The December Deliveries: Twelve Years of Christmas Cards
I never thought a greeting card could ruin my life, but for twelve Decembers it has. Every year a new card arrives—first a glittery Santa, then a photo taken through my window, then a strand of my own hair tucked behind a pressed flower—and each one escalates the terror. I moved, changed my locks, installed cameras, and even filed reports, but the cards keep coming, always beginning the first week of December and always getting closer.
This episode is my story of escalation and resolve. I describe the creeping dread of being watched, the small, personal details the sender somehow knows, and…
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