Merry Christmas to all. Well, not quite all.

Like most of you, I’ve been wrapped up in wrapping and unwrapping these past couple of days. But I wanted to take a quick break to wish you all a very happy holidays.

Sure, all is not calm out there. Nor particularly bright. At least, not everywhere. But if you’re reading this, chances are you’re in a relatively peaceful locale, and you can start plotting and planning and scheming about how you might spread a li’l of that around in the coming year.

Me, I’m doing it this way: From now on, anyone who ambushes, car-bombs, or plots to destroy an entire people - they’re off my Christmas card list. Just like that. No exceptions. That goes for suicide bombers too, though I suppose it’s a less useful ban in some ways. Saboteurs, civilian-targeting jihadists, terrorists - don’t expect any holiday cheer from the Felber household this year. You’re not gettin’ any. No cute cards depicting Jeanne and me and perhaps our cat Horatio being oppressed by an adorable and iconic red and white hat, no Currier & Ives-esque scenes of horse-drawn sleds in the snow accompanied by a cheery and seasonal greeting from us, no “hi-tech” cards that will play a squeaky monophonic carol when opened and then (maddeningly) when closed as well. Nope, not for you.

Harsh, I know. But you should’ve thought of that before you embarked on your program of unrestrained terror.

To the rest of you, though, and I mean ALL the rest of you, let me repeat: Merry Christmas. Happy holidays. And all the joy of the season on y’all.