Feedlot Christmas Cards

Christmas, 1975

I actually do send out a few Christmas cards. For most of my adult life I hated Christmas. Avoided it like the plague. Claimed it depressed me. Decried its crass commercialism. My only concession to the season was to include it in my generally cheerless drawings and writings.

These days I can honestly say I enjoy Christmas again. I don't make a big deal out of it, but it doesn't make me sick any more. Unless, of course, I can't stop that tape loop of Gene Autry's Here Comes Sannee Claus from playing in my head. (Mind worm courtesy deFenestrator)