If there’s one thing this week has brought to my attention, its that we’re an unconventional bunch. And that, you know, is okay. The world isn’t going to end because we don’t send out Christmas cards.
What? You thought I was going to highlight something else? Please, that would be too easy. No, of all the things that have reminded me of my instinctive heel dragging tendencies, its been the receiving of Christmas cards through the post this week, largely from people we’ve seen socially recently.
Don’t get me wrong, I love cards and have fond memories of the yearly ritual while growing up in the vicarage of putting up string around the walls on which to hang the hundreds of cards that would come in from parishioners and family and friends. The problem these days is twofold.
The first is, honestly, laziness in an era of emails, messaging and social media. The second is the realisation that the royal mail stamp is often more expensive than the card and envelope. This just feels wrong, and more importantly means we have to ration or prioritise our cards to fit within budgets.
Now, I’ll admit there’s a bit of cognitive dissonance going on there, as I look across at the mountain of gifts under the Christmas tree – we’ve gone, at first glance, a bit mad. In our defence though, most of the haul we’ve assembled for people has accumulated through the year and so its been lots of small expenditures rather than a spree.
Nevertheless, I’ll grant you it’s not the best argument but it’s all you’re getting. Any cards we do organise will be hand delivered this year. Told you we were unconventional.