This is a hard subject for me...I lived through it.
The day after Thanksgiving, 1989, it was a day set in tradition for me, as it was the day that I would start on Christmas cards. That particular year I had gone to a gay book store in Washington, D.C. and got some really fun cards, a few being a bit risqué. Sitting down, I started. Within 30 minutes I realized that most of my address book was crossed out. My very best friend along with all of our other friends were gone.
That was the last year I ever bought Christmas cards, and I've not sent one out since.