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Lies, Damn Lies, and Christmas letters…
You know the ones. Those annual cards and letters from fabulously successful people whose lives make you feel like you should be holding up an empty bowl and saying, “Please sir, may I have some more?”

Another annual repost. [Image Credit: “The Mitherless Bairn.”- Painted by T. Faed.- Exhibition of the Royal Academy. 1855 ]
[NOTE: I just got an email with a link to an album featuring all the handmade woodworking presents my baby brother made for everyone on his gift list (including everybody who lives on his street, attends his children’s school, or waited in line behind him at the grocery store. He wanted to know why I haven’t started finished my shopping yet. From last year… So here is a repeat post from a few years ago. Meanwhile, I’ll be out doing some Christmas revenge-shopping. I’m thinking my brother’s twins need electric guitars and a drum set. I can’t wait for his next holiday letter!]
Have you received the traditional Christmas email from relatives and friends telling you how incredibly wonderful that past year has been for them?
Right. That’s why I don’t send them out either.
But maybe it’s time we got even. I’ve created a newsy, personal, generic form email letter. Simply send me the names of your family and your street address, and I’ll insert them into the following letter template.
Dear (check one)
___Unidentified Person Who Sent Us a Christmas Letter Last Year*. (*Even though we could never figure out who you were, but your letter said you were obviously so wildly successful we may want to borrow money from you soon):
__Loving Family and Friends**. (**As you can see from the following letter, we are wildly successful ourselves this year but we won’t lend you any money so don’t even ask.):
The fabulously successful Karpenagle family here at the impressive Karpenagle house on Maple Street in Champaign, IL, want to wish you a traditional Karpenagle Happy Holidays and New Year. (Not that you could possibly be as merry and happy as we are, of course, but you should never give up hope. Even if the new episodes of The Walking Dead and a winning lottery ticket are the only hope you have for the coming year…)

Myra Sue and Wally Sr frequently perform field work on behalf of the Queen. We could tell you about it, but then we’d have to kill you of course.
This year Myra Sue Karpenagle has been balancing her careers as nuclear physicist, fashion model, and mother of four. Her latest redecorating of the tasteful Karpenagle house here on Maple Street in Champaign, IL has been featured in several design magazines, while her selfless volunteer work on behalf of blind baby whales has won her the coveted Champaign, IL PTA Mother-of-the-Year award.
Wally Karpenagle has been promoted. Again. In his new position, he provides important policy advice to God. In his free time, he coached the little Melvin Karpenagle soccer team to its third consecutive World Championship. Also, he produced enough zucchini in the Karpenagle garden to feed several Third World nations, and published his cookbook, “1001 Things You Never Guessed You Could Do With a Zucchini”, which made the best-seller lists for three months in a row.
Young Wally Jr. Karpenagle is still doing well at the university. As captain, he led their football team to an unprecedented winning season while, of course, maintaining the straight-A average that has just won him a full scholarship to Harvard Medical School and an appearance on the “Wheel of Fortune”.
Luella Karpenagle has been enjoying her year abroad as a Rhodes Scholar. Her pathbreaking article on the sex life of newts was published in an actual scientific journal and she is negotiating with several major studios for the film rights.

For Halloween little Fionella couldn’t decide between Einstein and Miley, but in the end she went for tradition when we couldn’t figure out how to trick-or-treat with that wrecking ball…
Baby Fionella Karpenagle has, at 9 ½ months, begun talking in full sentences (Russian, French, and English) and is writing novels on the new iPoop Baby Genius tablet. Yesterday she toddled over to the piano and picked out a Mozart concerto, the Goldberg Variations, and an original overture.
Espotte, the impressive Karpenagel dog, was named Best of Show and Best of Breed on Earth. He was also featured in a recent “60 Minutes” report for his controversial attempts to keep the impressive Karpenagle house on Maple Street safe from the growing numbers of French poodles with silly haircuts in Champaign, Il.
We are enclosing some candid shots of the impressive Karpenagle family with friends. (Former President Obama is the one on the left, behind the Duke and Duchess of Cambridge, and the Pope is the one with the little round hat.)
We in the Karpenagel family in the impressive house here on Maple Street in Champaign, Il hope we have served as an inspiration to you.
Love, Myra Sue, Wally, Wally Jr, Luella, Melvin, Fionella and Espotte Karpenagle
Actually, I only send out Christmas letters myself if we have moved recently and people will need the correct address to send gifts and money. This seems, in fact, to be a trend. So far, the only one in our house who has received a Christmas letter is the dog. Of course, she did send out a dynamite Christmas email last year.
A great Christmas present (and lots easier than a holiday letter)! Autographed paperback copy for special price £4.50 (Reg. £7.95)
Only a few left from last printing. Get your copy gift-wrapped and sent out in time for Christmas. [Sorry–UK only. To order, email barbtaub (at) gmail (dot) com).]
I got so p****d with those glowing testimonial annual summaries of fictitious lives that I did a spoof one year about how godawful our year had been – sadly things rather backfired when, unbeknownst to us, the cat was hit by a car on Christmas eve and its innards were eaten by a fox who left its carcass to be frozen on the lawn. The first we knew was when the dog tried to drag it indoors. In the ensuing kerfuffle of traumatised Children, my father ended up in A&E with some seriously dispirited doctors after the champagne cork took him in the eye – he was trying to cheer up the assembled crew with some medicinal buck’s fizz – the medics didn’t think it at all ironic that it was a booze related injury. I managed to turn the oven off so the turkey wasn’t ready until 9 pm which coincided with the moment when Dad came back from A&E. This might be seen as some sort of silver lining had it not been the case that, in his half blind state Dad thought the parcel by the front door was a present from the neighbours (it was wrapped in Christmas paper because that was all I could find at the time) and gave it to the kids to open which re traumatised them as it contained the cat’s shell that I’d put out so I could dispose of it the next day.
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THIS is quite possibly the single funniest comment I’ve ever gotten. Tried to read this to the Hub, who was concerned that I was experiencing a medical event, but I was I was gasping and wheezing too hard, with tears of laughter streaming down my face.
I have no idea how to thank you. Hopefully, with years of therapy, your family will be able to lead normal lives.
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The children even in their twenties refuse to open anything that the dog is sniffing with interest. And the cars are locked in on Christmas Eve afternoon much to their disgust. But generally everyone recovered all right. Well oddly Dad, who was told he had a cataract coming surprised the optician by it having disappeared though a champagne cork in the iris isn’t the recommended treatment.
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This story just gets better and better. I think it deserves its own holiday blog post. Please?
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I’ll see I might fictionalise it so I don’t further traumatise the kids! Names changed to protect the horrified sort of thing…
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How about a guest post here? (I’m pretty sure your kids don’t read my blog.)
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I wish you were my neighbor.
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Now is the world ready for that?!
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Hilarious!
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Thanks Jennie…
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You’re welcome, Geoff. 🙂
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Our favourite letter writers have always been doing numerous religious courses and worthy work. I always feel like saying ‘A course on spiritual enlightenment? For goodness sake you’re past seventy, why don’t you relax, if you haven’t got enlightenment by now, after all the courses you’ve been on… ‘
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Maybe they are worried that time is running out for them to build up that karma? (Actually, I know the feeling.)
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Hahaha. Barb, that was wonderful. Those testimonials to the superior life just make me wonder how it is these people even know me. After all, in my house, seasonal decorating means that the laundry has been done. 😉
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Hahaha! Love it.
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Thanks for the best laughing I had all day, Barb! 😅
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Thanks Jennie!
Did you see Geoff (TanGental) comment above? I’m still laughing…
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Geoff’s comment was the icing on the humor cake! 😂
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I know and loathe those letter writers.
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But haven’t you ever wanted to write your own version back? I find it almost irresistible…
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Hysterical! My husband has a cousin whose daughters have multiple degrees and are involved studies that make the sex lives of newts sound interesting. I cringe at the letters that start with “I accepted Jesus as my savior, how about you?” Then following is a list of their saintly accomplishments.
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We once received a holiday letter detailing the writer’s genealogical research, and concluding with the announcement that he had only one more patriarch to document and then he could trace his family history back to Adam and Eve. My daughter told him, “I thought everybody could. Isn’t that the point?”
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Hilarious. We’ve fortunately never been on the receiving (or giving) end of a Round Robin letter, but you’ve definitely inspired me to make it a new Christmas tradition. And I love the idea of Christmas revenge-shopping.
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