All Long Time AWE-Inspired Readers (ALTAIRs) will
by now during this their yearly Guinness-marinated revelry be retelling the instantly
infamous AWE origin story to friends, family, felines, and felicitous fellows
gathered gleefully round the Jameson’s jar, to wit: Once upon a time in the mystical
merry land of motherhood, where many a prolific young couple falls prey to
precious, often precocious, and potentially pernicious, prodigy, the very-wee
band of Amer-Irish grew so quickly and so happily that all regard for
externalities and realities was thrown to the proverbial wind up to and
including the ability to, nay responsibility to, respond during the Christmas
season to well-wishers far and wide who so faithfully blessed the growing
family with considerable considerate correspondence. Good Irish guilt being
what it is, the little people rallied to convey commensurate convivialities
ever clearly communicated continuously in a carefully constructed compendium
from that year to this appearing annually, as it should, on this most festive occasion
Thanks be to God (TBTG).