Dear Malin Reese, I remember when I was about 5(?)-years-old, I stared out the window of my bedroom in desperate search of Rudolph’s red nose.

Dear Malin Reese, I remember when I was about 5(?)-years-old, I stared out the window of my bedroom in desperate search of Rudolph’s red nose.
Sons, When I started to form this letter in my mind, the three of you were passed out in the backseat of our small car.