Christmas cards - so innocuous on the surface, eh?
But underneath all that glitter and good cheer lurks a dark history.
In my family, anyway.
Every year in early December my mother would pull out the box of the last year's Christmas cards.
She would cross check diligently with
of people we got cards from the year before.
Great offense would be taken if it was discovered we hadn't gotten a card from someone to whom we had sent a card.
In anger she would scratch the hateful name from
My mother, normally a loving, friendly person, would turn vengeful and mean spirited during this yearly ritual.
Christmas became a time of unfriending people.
It upset me and I came to dread the time of
Consequently, I've never been one for Christmas cards.
Bu I feel guilty ...
even though I never send them, I still appear to be on
belonging to some of my friends.
So here is my Christmas card to everyone: