Dear Micca,

I hope that your recovery is still going well. I just wanted to give you one more little taste of my poetry; but, as a special Christmas present just for YOU, I promise not to compose any more limericks about your gallbladder operation!

With every good prayer, Áine

Soon, I heard, you can raise your first glass
I wonder, will it be Guinness or Bass?
Here's a toast to your tum
Glad it wasn't your bum
And here's hoping I wasn't too crass!