I don’t want you to come to my house this Christmas, so please give yourself an early rest by striking my name off your list. I don’t care about the gift you thought I asked for; I don’t want it anymore.
AS A child I loved holidays. Every holiday presented a reason to celebrate—whether it was tree planting or the heroism of Martin Luther King. And Christmas, the holiday of all holidays, was the one I liked best. It was a holiday that surrounded you, that engulfed your life with sparkle and love.