Thursday 22 December 2011

I Wonder If Louise Saved The Letter

I was just listening to the local radio station ( ) that has been playing Christmas carols since the middle of November. Now, before you think to yourself “Ahh… I hate that crap and anyone that likes it is a bone headed moron!” You may be right, but I just can’t get enough of it. I try to listen to “normal” music, but it just doesn’t seem right to me and I would rather be in silence if I can’t get Holiday fare. Call me a bone headed moron, oh yeah, you just did.

Same to you!

So anyway, I was just listening to Bing Crosby singing “White Christmas”. Well, it was a recording of Bing Crosby singing “White Christmas”, I didn’t fake his death and I’m not keeping him in the basement, or keeping him alive with blood transfusions drained small children. That would just be weird. No need for anyone to check on it either.

There is a line in there about him dreaming of a white Christmas with every Christmas card he writes, which got me to thinking about Christmas cards. Every year I decide that I am going to write them in mid November and then mail them sometime in early December. That way, I will be able to write long, witty and personal letters to go with each card. That never happens of course. What happens is that I begin to panic after the first few cards come from those dickwads that wrote all of their cards in mid November with long, witty, personal messages included. Why would they do that to me? This is about the time I ask Louise if she wrote a newsy kind of letter to include in the card. Sometimes she has and other times she gets right on it. What a nice lady!

I have a list of people that get cards. Basically the ones that send us a card will get one and there are people that are obligations. I remember that my mom and dad would send out about two hundred cards each year. The cards were cheaper then as was the postage, but that is one hell of a lot of cards to send. I would imagine that everybody they ever knew would get a card. I don’t think I know two hundred people, and if I did most of them wouldn’t get a card. The two people they sent cards to that stand out in my mind were the builder of their first house (an Italian guy that would send a card in Italian) and one of the German guards at Stalag Luft 17. Every year we would get a blue airmail envelope from Germany. The paper was very thin and folded over to make the envelope; I suppose to keep the weight down as well as the postage.

This year I sent the cards without the letter and I am starting to feel bad about it. I know that most people don’t give a tinkers damn about what I have been doing since last December. I have this feeling that there might be the odd person that does care. They would be the ones in the “just shy” category. They are just shy of being people that I contact on a regular basis and I am just shy of being on their list of people that they talk to. I think I had best send the letter to them with the help of the World Wide Web. I guess tomorrow will be a good time to do it; after all it doesn’t cost anything and requires minimal effort on my part.

You know, most of what I have been doing for the past year is documented in these blogs. Sure, a lot of this is bullshit and some is just plain made up, but there is enough truth to keep anyone happy for a while. Besides, after they have opened all of the presents on Christmas day they will more than likely be looking for something to fill the time until dinner, and what could be better than reading this blog? Yeah, pretty much anything.

I wonder where Louise saved that letter.

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