I Complimented a Corporation and All I got was this Lousy Brochure

Yes, I sent this letter. No, I didn't get a tshirt. Or any eggs. Yeah, it's all made up. Cadbury Creme Eggs always gave me weird mucous in the back of my throat.


Dear Makers of Cadbury Creme Eggs,

Hello, my name is Amy ****. I am a junior majoring in English at C*** University. I am writing to say how appreciative I am of your wonderful product, the Cadbury Creme Egg. Ever since I was a little girl, my family and I have always enjoyed them. They have been a part of our Easter celebrations for as long as I can remember. The most sought after prize during our annual easter egg hunt was always agreed to be the Creme Egg.

I love everything about this delicious treat; I remember the excitement of opening up the rich chocolate shell to reveal the creamy yolk center. My father tells me that once, when I was about two years old, we were all eating breakfast and I asked him to make me an omelette out of my favorite chocolate eggs!

Since I left for college three years ago, I have left some of my family traditions behind. I am unable to fly home to celebrate Easter, but I know, no matter where I am, a part of my Easter tradition will always be available for me to enjoy. Thank you so much for being a part of such fond memories.

Sincerely,

(signed)

P.S. I would absolutely love to sport one of your tshirts on campus. I am a size M. And maybe some Creme Eggs to get me through midterms? Thank you so much, for everything.