This evening I was nagged by James into writing our Christmas cards. Writing a hundred or so cards takes me several hours and I didn't feel very festive; in fact it was a bit of a chore. This task merely serves to make me feel guilty about all the lovely friends that I have not seen for ages, and I always vow to get in touch with them soon. In fact James and I were just discussing during our walk at the weekend that it's time we contacted a few people.
A couple of my book club friends announced last Christmas that they would no longer be sending Christmas cards because they are too much hassle. These are not people who don't like tradition, far from it, but they are both quite a bit younger than me and that's what makes me wonder if the days of the Christmas card may be numbered? They are quite attractive as decoration but could easily be replaced by a bit more tinsel! And the Christmas greetings could be transmitted by e-card, something I have already used occasionally for late birthday greetings. This is my prediction, you read it here first. As for me, I'm too set in my ways to have a radical change so I will be sending Christmas cards (and moaning about it) for the foreseeable future! Meanwhile James was happily watching the second part of a documentary about the Rolling Stones. I told him that since I have written the Christmas cards for the first twenty-eight Christmases of our marriage he can write them for the next twenty-eight years! James agreed, but only on condition that he writes the list of recipients - which I presume means that it would be a very short list!
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