Don your snuggly-wuggly flannel jammies and grab your hot chocolate and favorite stuffed pony. Gather 'round the fireplace, kids, because it's time for a CHRISTMAS STORY PULLED FROM MY RAVAGED TEMPORAL MEMORY CENTER!

My mom sends out a lot of Christmas cards. Like, a lot. She collects the addresses of everyone she's ever met and once a year, keeps in touch. It's sweet, actually.

One year, Tash was helping us sign the cards. Jeremy and Dad must have been hunting or something. Travis was there. I think he was set at task, folding the Christmas letters that Mom so lovingly and painstakingly had written and printed out, detailing each month of the year. Mom, Tasha, and I were sprawled out on the living room floor, signing the cards over and over.

You really can't drag somebody who isn't completely like family into a chore like this:

After signing, "Curt, Judy, Jeremy, Deanna, and Travis" for so long, Natasha accidentally began adding her own name to the cards... and no one noticed until a few dozen cards later.

Merry Christmas!

Love,
Curt, Judy, Jeremy, Deanna, Travis, and Natasha

There would have been some 'splaining to do that New Year.