At the office we are already being approached regarding our company Christmas cards.
Actually, we were first approached in July; but now the traffic of travelling XmasCard salespeople is accelerating, and the deadline is barrelling down on us to get our cards chosen & signed & addressed & enveloped & stamped, and gifts selected & wrapped & boxed & consigned and finally all of it posted & couriered before the December impasse/mailing rush, and we are as usual staring into the headlights of the oncoming Season until it's too late.
Everybody has their own traditions. Ours is the annual game of chicken with Fathers Claus & Time.
Sadly, this year the sample cards look distinctly as if they have been culled from stock image CDs. I'd rather we delivered our clients something bloody original, even if it's only our company dog in a Santa hat & a smile... perhaps he could be situated within a Winterlude-themed swath of office destruction the likes of which he was wont to wreak in Christmasses past.
'Twould ideogrammatically explain its own delay, too.
Posted by edgar at September 24, 2002 02:50 PM