You wouldn't know it from my loquacious bloggery, but as a writer I generally subscribe to the sentiment that less is more. Someone famous and writerly (please don't ask me to look up who) once said, "If I'd have had more time, I'd have written you a shorter letter." Point being, it takes a lot of work to distill your thoughts. That's why poets get paid more than Bill Gates. (My dear poet friends, I heard you laugh all the way in Pitkin.) But we don't just stack sentence on top of sentence because we're lazy; sometimes, beneath the pile of articles and contractions and 5 dollar words, we're burying our truths. And by sometimes, I mean during the holidays. You know exactly what I mean now, don't you? Because there's no way I'm the only person with a distant uncle who sends out the itemized list of family accomplishments, followed by an awkward confession, followed by a didactic paragraph on the Reason for the Season. Let me j