The original Christmas cards my mother made every year growing up continues today. Again, like I said a couple days ago, I can remember the assembly line-like process of of making the patterns, cutting the felt, gluing, drawing and putting a recent posed picture of the boys and dog. The dining room table would be full of these boxes, stacks of reindeer, sprinkles, ink bottles for quite a while. I can remember, too, one unfortunate incident involving a particular year's picture taking. Presumably I was responsible for the destruction of the pictures when I opened the camera while the folks were gone, thus exposing the film. Needless to say, Marj was very upset and I recall the dread that ensued from that event. I thought Christmas was going to be ruined and that Santa would never find me, or even worse, that I would be placed on Santa's "Naughty List." I think it is safe to say, Santa did find me. I also recall using George Washingto...