This year’s Christmas Postcard owes much to my wife. During the latter half of November we watched numerous (it felt like numerous) romantic comedies. All the “follow your heart,” “believe in the power of your dreams,” “thinking is bad” moralism engulfed me, and I felt the need to combat the growing pressure of 90’s romantic comedies lest I should implode. In order to press against the crushing embrace of women’s fantasy, I watched episodes of Surviving the Cut and Special Ops. I actually completed this card while re-listening to Jack Coughlin’s excellent sniper memoir Shooter. Not surprisingly, Santa ended up with a knife in his teeth.