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12/18/2014 01:06 pm ET Updated Feb 16, 2015

Holiday Traditions: Redemption and Olive Branches

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Thanksgiving 2012: I am trimming my tiny tree, sealing Christmas cards and writing my first blog post for the 2012 holiday season. I look at my Snoopy holiday stationary (so I can pen pal my babies). A Charlie Brown Thanksgiving is on the television. It is then that I recall my niece's sage advice this time last year: "Auntie isn't it time to heal and forgive?" 'Tis the season and Snoopy would not want to be the source of division between two siblings during Christmas.

I resolved that I would heal and forgive my eldest sister for the intentional infliction of emotional distress and malicious cruelty toward my beloved Snoopy Sno Cone Machine. How could I write about joy, goodness and kindness if I did not extend it to her? I cannot be a hypocrite -- not to you my readers. I would be the better person. I would forgive and extend the olive branch to my sister. I took out my Snoopy holiday stationary and wrote a heartfelt note to my older sister. I told her that the reason for the season and Snoopy would not approve of this dissension among the family. Therefore, I was willing to forgive her past transgression.

Twenty years, I waited for Snoopy. When I finally received him, our union was joyous and brief. For the past 10 years, my Christmas soul lay wounded. Now, as testament to the old saying that "time heals," I stand before you with a clear conscious. I have done my best to mend this breach.

Readers, I know what you are thinking. Such affability and condescension on my behalf is such that only Lady Catherine de Bourgh and Mr. Collins of Pride and Prejudice could fully appreciate. They too would understand that my gift of a snare drum and the best of Jimi Hendrix and Lenny Kravitz to my young nephew was merely an investment in his musical talents.

Extending the olive branch to my sister was fortuitous. When I returned to New York City from my Chicago holiday visit, my nephew that used to kick the tree ornaments bought me a Snoopy Sno Cone Machine. Do good and it returns to you.

Mind you, when my older sister came to stay with me for Christmas in 2013, I hid my Snoopy Sno Cone Machine. Yes we made amends the previous year, but no need to tempt people. Plus, I warned her if something happened to Snoopy during her visit that she could make Times Square her abode. Fortunately, all went well and she enjoyed her stay in the Big Apple.

Happy holidays!