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Twinkling lights are on, but nobody’s home


Sorry, youse guys — I’m clearly already in Holiday Slacker Mode already. Tonight was the Sorting of the Christmas cards, one of my least favorite jobs.

On a happier note, though, I finally did custom cards this year. I thought it was too late, but I got a half price offer in email, and damme if they didn’t turn the whole thing around in two days.

Now we get to see if my boss appreciates my sense of humor.


Comment from AliceH
Time: December 16, 2015, 11:42 pm

They need to be sorted? How? I don’t get it.

First time in a couple decades I sent out cards, and it seems I did it wrong.

Comment from S. Weasel
Time: December 17, 2015, 12:07 am

His, mine and ours, and who gets which. Some are mailed, some are handed out in person.

Oh, nothing is ever simple.

Comment from SCOTTtheBADGER
Time: December 17, 2015, 5:40 am

That looks like a sorting hat.

Comment from AliceH
Time: December 17, 2015, 6:30 am

Ah. Yes. I probably still did it wrong (eg no personal notes – just the card and signature), but I did purposefully keep it very very simple. It was that or start my third decade of sending no cards at all. 🙂

Good luck!

Comment from Some Vegetable
Time: December 17, 2015, 2:54 pm

You’re not fooling me again this year! MY Christmas card is under the hat on the right middle hat this year, right?

Comment from mojo
Time: December 17, 2015, 3:11 pm

At least we don’t have St. Hilly of the Bullshit at the top any more.

Comment from mojo
Time: December 17, 2015, 3:12 pm

PS: Paul Ryan. Told ya the beard was a bad sign.

Comment from Nina
Time: December 18, 2015, 9:44 pm

I’m in “Norway with new grandson” mode, so I’ve barely thought of Christmas the last few days. Fortunately I packed all the gifts last week before I was quite so besotted.

No Christmas cards from me. I haven’t for years. Too lazy and too cheap, really.

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