I once gave someone I loved a copy of Michael Ondaatje’s novel Anil’s Ghost.
I am not sure she read it, but I know she did not appreciate it because she told me–
you sent me a book when you should have sent a card!
I am not a card gal. I wrote Fierce Angels as a Christmas card, Just Words was a wedding gift and Just was a PSA.
I used to tell friends I did not do Christmas cards because ours would be crazy weird. Really depressing.
But then I believe as humans our lives are all marred by grief and pain. It is this very reason we need the wee child in the manger.
He came to save us from ourselves.
Today I got a Christmas card from a precious friend. We know each other only because both of us have lost daughters and grieve for them.
Her friendship is treasure to me. The gift of Magi.