| Since the 1980's I've been amusing, confusing, and probably annoying friends and relatives with my annual Christmas letters, an exercise in the closest thing to creative writing I can muster. After a few years, I was tempted to quit, but heard that my paternal grandmother enjoyed the nonsense, so I kept it up until she died. I then took a couple years off, until aunt Jodie confronted me at my dad's funeral (see the 1996 entry) and implored me to continue. Never one to deny a small kindness to a relative (when I can't avoid it), and interested in showing off some more, I started up again. Now I gotta wait for Jodie to die. I challenge you to enjoy them; it may be harder than you think. |