Merry Christmas

There’s a pretty good chance that even if you’re on my Christmas card list, you didn’t get a Christmas card this year. Nothing personal. Or rather, everything personal, in the sense that apparently I didn’t care enough about others this year to get the damn things done and out. I couldn’t settle on a picture — none of the family photos this year were any good, and most of my great shots of the girls were individual, which kinda doesn’t speak of the spirit of family and Christmas, so at some point in November I just gave up on the idea.

It’s Christmas in July! by carljohnson .

Then the cards started rolling in from all kinds of people I’ve probably guilt-tripped into sending me cards over the past couple of years, shamed by my uncharacteristic consistency in getting my cards out to my entire list, three years in a row, for the first time since the birth of Christ. Now I had a stack of cards (arranged in a convenient stack-like display), and feared that my now-faithful annual correspondents would feel slighted, insulted, forgotten, or worse. As some of them hold dangerous knowledge that I don’t want in the hands of Page Six, I thought I’d better get with the Christmas program. Quickly printed out the picture you see here, as Christmas-y as a picture of the Ausable River in July can be, ran off a meagre sufficiency to deal with my guilt, and popped them in the mail just a few short days later, so that they’ll arrive sometime after the eggnog has all worn off. So, if you’ve gotten a card in the past, don’t give up hope . . . but I wouldn’t hound the mailman, either. Merry Christmas!