Guilt.

Each and every day during the holiday season we all retrieve our mail and amongst notices, bills and the random menu that slipped through undetected by the menu police, we find a myriad of holiday cards wishing us happy and healthy tidings. 

I, for one, ooh and aah over the sentiments, or the pictures of the family, or try to remember who the one person might be who also sent me cheers and good tidings of health and happiness, and I have no idea who they might be. 

I dutifully display them on my breakfront, gaze at them over the holiday season and even have known to save them.

Guilt.

 I, for one, haven't sent out a holiday card in forever. Do I not wish good tidings?  Good cheer? Peace on Earth?

In my mind I do. In my heart I do.  Addressing envelops and writing something meaningful, not so much.

So, I am here, right now, at this very moment to tell you that I hired this fellow to help me out here. Not as good humored as I would have liked, but he assures me that it will be done.

In case it somehow gets lost in the sea of other wishes for a Merry Christmas you now know that I was thinking of you.

Merry and Happy.