Christmas Cards

When I was married to the last ex and he worked in politics, Christmas cards were a Very Big Deal.  Ideally, the front of the card would feature a holiday themed picture of your white bread matching holiday sweater wearing family, posed in August or so, in front of something Christmas-like while you were sweating your ass off in that holiday sweater.  If you could throw in a holiday looking dog (bow on top of head of perky Beagle, ribbon around neck of sleeping golden retriever, you get the idea), that was just exceptional.

I used to mail out some 200 of these a year.  All hand-written by me in calligraphy with hand-written return addresses.  I wish I had one to scan and post because they were hilarious.  I don't have any because we always ran out, every year. 

I posed for more than one of these pictures throughout my life.

I had sent out Christmas cards before marrying The Best Republican Ever and liked to get fancy cards.  I sent about 20 a year. About a box and a half.  I did calligraphy (which I am strictly an amateur at) but I liked doing it.  It hadn't become a chore, like the political Christmas cards had.

I remember getting one of those cards and the nice Republican family pictured had  managed to dress up an otherwise fairly innocent two foot tall stuffed red white and blue elephant in Santa clothes, complete with Santa hat.  At the time, I thought, "Wow, that's really cute."  Now, I would look at that and think, "Wow, that's so sick and wrong on so many levels."

Anyway.  I'm sending Christmas cards this year.  If you would like one, send me your address and I'll send you one.  You have to send me one, though, as well.  Send me your address at [email protected].  Please don't post it in the comment section.

Comments

[Vero]

You've got my snail mail, I think.

[Donna]

Lisa, yur nice.