The whole card thing....

I wanna talk about Christmas - of course...every other blogger is, and I'm nothing if not a follower! Specifically though - the cards.....I enjoy the card making - of course I do. I still enjoy writing the cards and sending them, but each year I send less, for sure. There are without doubt, cards that will be received in this household from people that Miss Dunnit hasn't met in her sweet sixteen years. And there are cards that will read to 'Julia and Barry and family' as if we have so many children that they can't be named individually for fear of running out of room in the card. I'm thinking that really, it's probably time that these people stop sending us cards..if we haven't seen them for sixteen years, or they don't know the name of our only child, perhaps we aren't the friends we all think we are. Sounds really humbuggy doesn't it. Hold on though - it's going to get worse: I also think that at my age, it's OK for me now to whinge about the cards that come addressed to me as Julie. I'm not usually sensitive about people calling me Julie - it's a perfectly nice name and when people get it wrong I don't generally correct them unless it's important that my name should be used correctly - for my investiture or when I win a Pulitzer for example, I shall want 'Julia' on the paperwork. I just think if I know people well enough for them to know my postal address, they probably should know my name, huh! And worse again: Nor do I want to get cards with the bragging round-robin letter in it. A quick round-up if we haven't seen you for a while is very welcome, but I don't want a printed sheet of A4 listing the accomplishments of each child and the promotions of the parents. I figure if we're friends, we'll already know - and probably (hopefully)have celebrated with you. So. Perversley though, as if to counter all that - I love getting season's greetings through the post; I'm not a handmade snob, as long as the intention is genuine, there's nothing better than a posted card, and they certainly add a really nice touch to the christmassy decor of my home.

So if you get a card from me, it will have a couple of lines written in it, that's all. And if you don't get a card..it may be because I've forgotten the names of your children. But there's the other thing see...if I know you but not your family, I will only address the card to you, and I'll sign it from me. Not me and him and her. All this reveals lots about me I know: grumpy for a start, and - I may not have an OCD about tidy desks, but I have some strange issues, I do know. But this is therapy. I guess now you've read this far, you don't need me to say 'you don't have to read it'!!

I seem to have a thing for this snowman too - by Inkadinkado - just love him.