Happy Christmas!

 


 Being environmentally-concerned, we no longer do Christmas cards, [nor Christmas wrapping paper either] so we've used social media to wish everyone a very HAPPY CHRISTMAS !!! With sincere HOPES that 2022 will see mankind overcome this pandemic and all its evil variants.

Love and Peace to all,

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