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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!