Holly-daze

My wife and I — the former of which who’s artsy prowess is the envy of many — spent our early Christmas’s together mastering the art of holiday card-making. Our cards were the talk of the town, often hand made with a level of style, elegance and creativity that would transcend mere holiday greetings and function more as an annual gift of art. We’d spend weeks pouring over paper, scissors, hand-drawn designs and grommets in an attempt to craft the most stylish symbols of our well wishes to friends and family imaginable.

Cut to three weeks ago — when we took a moment to look up from our computers and work-brought-home, to stare at one another blankly.

VM:  So….Christmas cards this year? If we’re going to do it, I’ll need help.

VD: (after 30 seconds of thought and a sigh). Uh….No

VM: Sounds good.

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Yes, the times being what they are we have reduced ourselves from personalized greetings to nothing — without even the “annual family letter” as a transition point. I hope all of my family and friend readers will forgive us for this seasonal indiscretion, but after a busy fall and even busier early winter, the best we can do is send positive thoughts and post the occasional “Merry Christmas”-related messages via our cyber-lives.

So rather than something made with raffia and velum, please accept this post as my wish to each and every one of you for a safe and happy holiday season. I’ll be back in 2010 with further musings on the Vamp-front. In the meantime, enjoy a little holiday music from my muse Siouxsie (and Robert Smith, who I think was hitting the egg nog a little too much before picking up the symbols to shoot this number).