Tom Foreman | BIO
AC360° Correspondent

Reporter's Note: The White House, I am sure, gets lots of Christmas cards. And a letter every day from me.

Dear Mr. President,

I mentioned to you a few days back that we have a wreath that we hang each year from the highest point of our house, and it is a bear. Let me elaborate.

Our home sits on a decidedly tilted piece of land. I don’t know the exact grade, but let me put it this way: If the house weren’t there and it snowed, you could hit sixty miles an hour on a sled before you even made it to the street. As a result, our already tall house seems ridiculously taller than it already is, and reaching that uppermost window is like scaling Kilimanjaro. (Not quite, but still…)

The window from which we suspend the wreath is tiny and can be reached only by crawling through a small, rectangular attic passage that would have given Andy Dufresne the willies. (See: Shawshank Redemption)

Now I will admit that the view from up there is wonderful. But I seldom enjoy it much.
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