Dear Tummy,

I'm sorry for the rich party food I ate at the 4 festive gatherings this weekend. (Seriously, though. That baklava? Insanely good!) Today is all virtuous clementines and salad and water. Truce?

Love,

Full me

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Dear Thighs,

Don't. Even. Think about it. Please disregard everything I ate this weekend (see above). 

Love,

Pear-shaped me

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Dear Head, Nose, Throat, and Eyes,

Thank you so much for clearing up and going back to normal.  I promise not to take you for granted any more. Also (this is for you, nose) enjoy the lovely pine tree smell and the mulling spices. Who loves you, huh?

Love,

Glad-to-be-well me

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Dear Brain,

I know you see December on the calendar and throw confetti in the air and dance a jig. But I really, really need you to stay focused for just a few more days. A week, max. Also, I absolutely love the ideas you produce but your whirring in the middle of the night is a bit much.  Same with your worry output. Relax, brain. There's plenty of time and love in the world. Talk to your friend the heart now and then; that'll calm you down.

Love,

Paper-writing me

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Dear Tongue,

Um, I don't know how to tell you this but Christmas card day is upon us soon. Man up, tongue! Stop cowering. It's envelope licking season and you're it. Hey, good news, though! The stamps are adhesive! You're welcome.

Love,

Bossy me

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Dear Trunk,

Do you mind if I call you that? Trunk? You know who I'm talking to: arms-back-chest-belly-shoulders. Have you noticed a wonderful change lately? No, not the baklava, silly. Have you noticed how warm you are when outside? How snuggled in downy goodness? Let's hear it for the fabulous new winter coat you are wrapped in. That shivering from last year had to go, especially with all that dog walking. Here's to many winter adventures, including (fingers crossed) skiing with the kids, snowshoeing, and sledding. p.s. Rear end, I've even got you covered here, just like you prefer.

Love,

Cozy me

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Dear Hair,

Yeah. Sorry. You've been neglected. Hang in there! (Ha, ha.)

Love,

Shaggy, lazy me

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