Today was the day. The day I get writers cramp. The one day a year I buy lots and lots of stamps. Its Holiday card day. Of course everyone gets christmas cards, not too many Solstice cards on the market and in boxes at $5.99 for 20 (sorry folks..I'm a cheapo), but for those not of a christmas mind I picked unchristmassy pictures and wrote happy solstice. All the text inside's in french anyways so they'll all ignore that part. But I am DONE. The list changes from year to years due to marriages and/or deaths in my address book but pretty much everyone that I have had contact with in the last couple of years gets a card. Which brings me to etiquette:
If I knew you but haven't heard a word from you in X number of years, do I still have to send a card? I say NO. BuhBye BFF's of yesterdecade. You think I am put on this Earth to personally make sure Canada Post employees have jobs?
If you made me a lovely hand made card should I feel guilty about sending a cheap ass card? I say NO..the important thing is I got writers cramp addressing your envelope and so have suffered, if not artistically, over your christmas card. And possibly got a paper cut on my tongue from sealing the envelope. Therefore, perhaps you owe ME.
If you send me a card but I don't like you, do I still have to send you a card? I say YES, because I refuse to let you have the last word. Or card.
So, family and friends still in my address book, all 34 of you, I send out to all a happy holiday greeting card. I must now go soak my hand in an epsom salts bath fragranced with pine and vanilla. Fa la la la la la la la la.