As our annual Christmas letters have earned us a degree of infamy amongst our acquaintances, I decided, for some perverse reason, to archive them all in order to allow our devoted readers the opportunity to pick their own poison. As these missives more or less (arguably “less”) chronicle our years in beautiful downtown Bedrock and follow the regression of our household from a typical middle-class American family to whatever it is they now have become, I thought some of you might want to revisit Christmas Past ... though exactly why, I’ve no rational idea. At any rate, should you want to re-read some of our missives from days of yore, simply click on the year desired. If you are able to extrapolate any degree of sentient thought from them, so much the better. The letters are catalogued from the most recent (i.e., this year’s letter is first) backward ... much like Bedford.