every winter, our mantle is covered with holiday cards. they fly into our mailbox from all over the world. it is the only time of year our home has any decoration expressing a holiday. opening the mailbox is especially exciting. nesting inside may be well wishes from europe, a card from someone i haven't heard from all year and maybe, even a little present! december is the only month i'm ok with the stack of bills; hell i got a stack of cards too!
from thanksgiving on, when we return home from work, it's all ooh, ooh, who sent one today?! in other words, who are my friends, thoughtful enough to send me/us a card? for an old couple, it's cheap thrills.
we hung out with bem and adam this past weekend. sipping wine, smoking fags and talking about life in general we got on the subject of how cards really do please us. bem and i, the fems, discussed how interesting it was to see what cards people picked to represent themselves and their feelings. we liked that cards just look so damn pretty up on display. the cards themselves are mini pieces of art (and sometimes they really are mini prints of artist paintings).
in years past, i have sent out my signature keith haring cards. so playful. so bright. so me?! last year i sent out a batch of cards that had cartoon drawings of two cats set in some holidayish background. one looked like atari and the other, like godzuki. oh man, have i become some cheesy old lady? forgive me friends. i will not release cards that have cats representing us on the cover anymore. but you know, i think i bought them from the barnes and noble sale the year prior.
some friends let cards speak for them signing only their name, others drop in an annual life review, others pass on traditional cards and instead send a photograph of themselves with their growing posse and others personalize their cards adding a few extra sentiments. i fall into the latter. because of this blog and email in general, i don't have to send out the annual review anymore. it should be noted that i do not love any card more than others. truly. i love them all because they tell me that you are thinking about me/us and i/we appreciate it.
i don't care if you send me a card. i'll send you one anyway. i always have. while some people find cards to be a daunting task, maybe parallel to writing friendster testimonials, i find them to be both equally satisfying. the day writing cards becomes a task, i'll stop sending them out. if my sentiments are not sincere, why bother?
i noticed something peculiar in the card inscriptions this year. i noticed that if the card arrived from a couple, it was the woman who wrote the well wishes and in every single incident signed for both she and he. huh. was mister not around when she wrote the cards? does mister not care enough to forge a signature on our season's greetings? i know mister cares, but maybe he feels he doesn't need a card to express his holiday cheer. and hey, that's ok too. i just thought it was an interesting phenomenon. i have a playmate. and silvio, no matter what, signs his own name in every card we ever send out. he even sometimes inscribes some kind words. he says that it's wrong for me to sign his name in a card. it's his name, after all. and i don't argue.
with the web at our fingertips, we can all save money, paper and time by sending out electronic greetings. i have received a few of these as well. because money's super tight this year, i thought i'd do this. but then, i looked at the pile of sale cards i bought last year and i still want to send them out. it's a time when i can tell loved ones the same thing i tell them every year: may you have a happy, healthy and prosperous new year. we love you. spread the joy!
for those of you that haven't sent me cards yet and have read this entry, no pressure. ho ho ho!