Dear Santa,
I made the mistake of telling my lovely wife that she could stand a turn on the treadmill. I fear I have slipped down a couple notches on her "to buy for" list. It would appear that this Christmas you will be my only hope of getting something good. I do have some good news though, I salvaged the conjugal benefit package by admitting that I could stand doing a couple treadmill miles of my own. Yes, the woman is as forgiving as she is beautiful. (That should be good for a brownie point or two!)
In any case, Santa, I understand that you have an option available this year whereby we can have up to 10,000 investment shares of our choosing. If it's not too late to put in my request, I'd like to ask for a few. I promise that if you bring them to me I'll leave some cookies by the door... or possibly some pork chops and sauerkraut. Here's what I'll be looking for in my stocking: (pun intended)



