When we appropriated a pagan holiday,we didnt choose one with naked writhing priestesses performing orgiastic fertility rites and snake dances. No. We based our holiday on a Turkish guy called Nicholas who left coins in peoples shoes.

I love Christmas. Christmas doesn't mean presents, trees, or Jesus having a birthday. It means pudding and fruit mince pies! And also explaining what those things are to skeptical Americans who, without pudding or fruit mince pies, have been getting Christmas wrong for centuries. Oh I should say something about this card. Let's see. Let me think. Hmm. How about 'I need to stop saying the truth or nobody is going to invite me to their Christmas parties...'