YOU WON’T BE DISAPPOINTED UNTIL AFTER YOU’VE READ THIS

I have never sent out Christmas Cards and I likely never will.  It’s not that I don’t want to. Its that I have nothing to put in them.  If only I just got married like everybody keeps telling me to I’d have the cheery little faces of my progeny to put on there, but that seems like a big expense, and an even bigger hassle, for these purposes.

 

So last year, I decided to write a Christmas story and send it out to cheer people and remind them that I am doing something with my life.  Robert Frost, my country’s great poet, did this, so I figured I should too. I wrote the story. Something went awry and it is now slated for release in a horror anthology.

 

So this year I decided to play to my strengths and write a Hallowe’en story.  Nobody else sends out Hallowe’en cards, so I would be ahead of them on that.   I am a lot less busy at Hallowe’en so it should come out much better.  I wrote the story and realized that it was a little too horrific to send to my family, my friends, or to be handled by US postal clerks.

There is no need to check your mail.  You won’t be getting anything from me this year, and that is probably for the best.