I haven't sent out the Christmas cards - still - actually I haven't even written them, but then again no one seems to bother these days. A sad tradition lost.
Old Christmas cards were particularly useful - you could recycle them as gift tags, props for an uneven desk leg or chair, folded up they make excellent door stops, even drink coasters.
Maybe I should write a book on the revival of the recyclable Christmas card?
20 days to go? Did I mention that already?
I haven't even sorted out Christmas gifts. Then there's food and who to invite.
As I start my morning in a ponder, I look up and see what Santa must see in quadruple or however many reindeer pull his sleigh, a fluffy reindeer butt.
The mere sight of it, really just is not quite right. No wonder Santa sings out, 'Ho, ho, ho!'
I wonder if they painted a butt on the back of the Virgin Traindeer?
BAH HUMBUG
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