Merry Christmas! I envy you living in Santa Cruz (CA) this time of year. The weather has to be much better than what we're having. I know you can always drive to the Sierras to enjoy snow boarding, whenever you want to play in the snow.
I'm sorry you won't be coming home for Christmas. I miss you. It's been three years since I've seen you. And except for when I've called you on your birthdays, I haven't even spoken to you. In fact, you don't return my emails. Why is that?
Have you found a job since being laid off from Wachovia over two years ago? That has to be rough. But, being the son of your father, you're probably surviving on little money!
Any employment prospects? Since you decided not to go to college, the job market is limited, I suppose.
I've offered to buy a plane ticket back to Indiana for you, but you haven't responded one way or another. Gee, it would be nice to see my only son. Let's see, you'll soon be 28. Hard to believe. You haven't gotten married without telling me, have you?! Still have a couple of roommates? Are you eating okay? What kind of cook are you?
I'd be happy to come out and visit anytime. Just say the word. I don't want to force myself on you. Like you, I went out to California after college to teach. I wanted to get away from stodgy ol' Indiana to seek adventure and fortune. Maybe, subconsciously, I wanted to escape my father's criticisms, also. But I missed my mother, hated the smog, and moved back after 7 years. This is home. And just like old times, my dad is still critical! I hope I'm not like that towards you.
I've always kept my opinions to myself regarding your life pursuits. I know you're a loner. I just wish you would communicate with your father. Remember, you'll always be my son, and I love you.
Dad