Miss Nicole, I know absolutely nothing about you, apart from having gleaned that you came from Digitas, and that you are a designer. When I first learned you were hired when Megan abandoned us forever to Australia, this frustrated me, because Chris and John were adding employees faster than I could write these Christmas letters. Nevertheless, let me tell you a story about when I was ten years old. I knew this kid in Florida who lived down the street. He collected frogs in a bucket and he would show them to me. (He was my only friend at the time.) One day, he found a slug on the sidewalk and put a wooden board on top of it, out of boredom. I asked, “What are you doing placing that wooden board on that slug, frog friend? And he replied, “Science.” Then he hopped on the board, and we found out what slugs are made of. The end.
the lost christmas missives: nicole
