I hope that everyone is enjoying the new year. It seems that the butterfly spirits were able to deliver the holiday cards unto the Land of Story and unto the hands of the imperial Eunuchs who gave the cards unto the Holy Regents who granted permission for these cards to be read by the Crown Prince and Princess. Since Puîyos has had to leave to fight upon the forefront, Princess Éfhelìnye has been a bit sad, but the cards have gladdened her heart a little. She has even tried her hand at translating or interpreting what she received into her own language. Unto Samuel R Boylan Jr: Eiqhorkhnereriyáxeus xhmoe Tlhijhwekhmátqi prùthe pfhu yontet Khnereriyáxeus xhmoe japàrnot xhùnta xhroe teiran! By the way mayest thou, the dear one, set out to enjoy both Dancing Days that tripudiate merrily and the near years of whimsy! Unto Sylvia Sotomayor: Khyefhujóxo khrúju qir oâqe tsenajapàrnot xhroe yengut xá tóxing Aqhus fhèqin khweiyáxeusenguteîlwai ker xhwàpot ker jó Fhwerelimèthya xhnir fhaê khleikhafhújoyáxeuseîlwai! Oh dear one, be an extremely healthy person during this new year, And may this circle, a life cycle, a year begin, And likewise may your health be as virescent as life! Unto Amanda Furrow Qir khnèlye teiqhajhikhluyatseràjhwen xhmoe’ Eîl Qrunáqeyapònya qhiqhixietùlkha Pejor jhìkhlumat jáyùlkha Kharpolònyii Koaqing qeqèrsum Pfhiqhítru pfhe xhlanìyaloi khli Qir xhlapaxaneûneu Kathayònyii Xhméráxeusùnyie khlànga teirufhar xhàrku Xhnoike fhlifhlorsáxeusùnyie fhlí teir teirantar fhrèmi! In the daft-days in the Sun’s approach, Which may be the solstice of the winter of language, Whilst the Sun approaches the dreamlands on purpose In his sojourn Just as the Sun stays longer than appropriate for a rather long time In the pandimensional space ocean Thus may the earth long remain under dear thee, and Thus may friends long remain near dear thee. Unto Eugene Oh: JheîsayÉfhelìnye Teirùpru’ ur qoe’ éng tìjhwa’ úkhwanatlhaiyètyikh Xeqhusqiyétweuyàqwa xhnapurkhomayòqleng Xhnoe qhujhutáxeusùpwar Pterúlasòntet qtelúmuyòntett tàpleting! Qyiê khrúje tlhakayòjhwa Jhaowthòpte xhthokheyaxúngutakh Fhenxhayanoltoîning! Oh my friend Éfhelìnye, May the sunrise that shines beautifully Cause two myriads of households to be illuminated as books, And also may springing tyme and flower and rownsepyk arise once! May the newly acquired spring import benedictions Untowards honored doors that have no bad luck! Unto Adam Walker Játlhim sòlan tlhín se †Khristos. Tsùlta qlaixha somúke kus wtsoîno xhthayaîngpa Qhuníxhwayetwurèpyer Kìkhes †Xhákh Ól Ker Tepoyuqei †Kútlhing kúxeng. Khá qhárl iqaiyilétyai Pejor Tlhijhwekhmátu pi! †Khristos is a byrding nowadays, this day. Lo! The handmaiden conceives the virgin born one, her only son, and the twain call Him the Starfather Verily Is With You and Me. Rejoice, rejoice, jubilate In these lovedays! Unto Alex Fink & Sai Emrys: Ás kokòtisi khmòkatser teir! Ás kotisìsasakh lwénenarjàyejikh teir! Ás xhwèqi jhkhèpeikh! Ás xálìfhitsan ‘ìfhitsan qthèfhtarn! Ás khyaîxhril jafhaîtamat khleit Khleikhakhlijhayùjhwu qtaxhrìlafham paikhelónge teir kae! Be it that dear thou clasp hands or tendrils or wings in innocence! Be it that dear thou be handfasted unto thy sweetheart! Be it that your fingers are lithesome! Be it that your hands are nimble and quick! May it be that the language of thy heart, Which thou movest and makest Dearly enlighten and proselytize thee!