My dear Pere Noel,
Thank you so much for the lovely can of dirt. Potential indeed! Why, I am sure that I could think of at least a score of uses for it, including a relaxing mud facial, a play-delicious mud pot pie, or an economical way to achieve that 'smoky eye' look that's all the rage right now in the Post.
This being RhyDin, however, and that can definitely reading "Magic Beans", I have decided to take no risks. My son enthusiastically has insisted that we water it to see what grows. Trust me when I say, I did not fall off of the haricot vert truck yesterday. I agreed to the experiment, but have placed the can in the alley behind our building, well away from the Eye, just in case. I don't want the city map reading "Here be Giants," where my house used to be in the morning.
I'll keep you posted on the progress of that beanstalk. In the meantime, thank you again for the gift. I should also mention my great gratitude for the bonus gifts. Steve's "toot' jokes are a fount of unending mirth. And Raza's continuous stomping about the house in a pair of Steve's work boots chanting "Fi Fie Fo Fum' at the top of his lungs? Just adorable.
xxxooo,
Fio