All month I have been receiving texts from friends asking for my address. You think you're being so subtle. Why oh why do you need my address? At this point I don't even ask; an inevitable Christmas card is on its way.
I want to say, Stop; don't send it. The text asking for my address was enough effort. No need to pay whatever cents to send me a holiday note. But that would make me Scrooge.
I'm still trying to wrap my head around why we send cards. I actually enjoy the life update ones aka the bulleted lists of "my son is saving the refugees in Africa, my daughter is getting her MD and engaged to a senator's son, and we just rescued a puppy mill golden retriever." Admittedly we're all eye rolling at the Joneses' mass-printed "Our grass is greener" digest, but at least I'm learning something other than "Does this friend avoid saying 'Merry Christmas'? Oh, and cute stamp."Read More