I am one of three people in this particular solar system who still send Christmas cards by post. The other two are 97-year-old female twins who never married and live in rural Wisconsin in the house they were born in. I am an anachronism. And happy to be.
A sense-memory of Christmas as a kid hit me full-on this morning. It's Christmas morning and I'm an 11-year old, hanging around the catastrophe of discarded Christmas paper in the living room and taking it all in.