There comes a time in every child’s life when it’s time to cut the apron strings and buy your own Christmas cards.  For me, that would have been about the time I was, say 14 or 15.  Doesn’t really matter.  Being the multi-tasker that I am, I picked my cards up one day while I was shopping at the mall.  Spencer’s had some on sale.  Cute little picture of two bears on the front.  The inside said “It’s beginning to feel a lot like Christmas.”  Some of you may already have got the punch line.  Just keep reading.  The next weekend, I began to hand some of my Christmas cards out to a few friends at church.  I may have even handed one to the pastor.  I have tried to block that from my memory.  By Wed., the pastor’s son, who was also a good friend a just a few years older, pulled me aside.  Apparantly, the two cuddly bears weren’t as innocent as I thought.  Just one of many of my awkward moments.  My parents still screen my Christmas cards before I send them out.

Karen – FL