Do you take this Wordle Friend to be your lawfully binded ally/adversary, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, 'til death do you part? Then by the power vested in me and the publication of the New York Times, I now pronounce you co-hosts. You may solve the puzzle.
The Wordle Friends split their focus between Boxing Day and the last night of Hanukkah, like damn why do the holidays get piled on...
The Wordle Friends are hanging in there, and the letter R is hanging dong.
In which one Wordle Friend discovers the deed to a salt mine.