as days pass by

It’s Christmas, which means, once again, trying to work out who I should be sending Christmas cards to. Always a fun game; every year I wish I’d saved last year’s cards so I could see who sent them. Every year I get cards from people I hadn’t expected. I know someone who doesn’t do Christmas cards at all, really, which is a pretty sensible solution, but the question then is whether I send them a card: a more poignant question this year than most, perhaps. There’s a kind of expectation that sending a card should guarantee receipt of same, but it’s a fairly flawed hope for a fair few; the people from whom you can reasonably expect that response are normally close enough to you that you don’t need to see a card from them to affirm your closeness. Maybe I’ll just send emails or something. ——-