Spite Cards

So, as most of you know I like sending out Christmas cards. It is something my mom always did growing up. I like receiving Christmas cards even more. Because, even though I get plenty of mail now, growing up December was really the only time of the year I opened mail. (I still love opening mail, so, if you ever feel like sending me something don't let how small and/or dumb it may be hold you back.) I was allowed to open all the cards that had "and family" on the envelope, if they were just addressed to my parents I had to wait (I am not totally sure of the reasoning there, but thems the rules).

I see this whole Christmas card thing with my family (friends are excluded since I know not all of them send out cards) as a tit for tat kind of thing. For example, if I send my Aunt Larry (names changed in case someone ever stumbles across this blog... or I tell someone to check it out and forget I posted this) a card , I expect one in return from her, because I know she sends one to my mom. For the past 5 years I have sent her a card. Guess how many I have gotten in return... go ahead, guess.

You are a genius! You are right, 0. Zero cards.

One would say maybe I should just stop sending her cards. But...I can't. I am physically unable to stop. What if she finds out I sent one to Aunt Curly and Uncle Moe and not her? It doesn't matter that she never sends me one. If she were to find out, I could never go to Christmas again.

Now, Aunt Larry isn't the only one who doesn't return cards. Many of my cousins don't reciprocate either. Again, I know they send them out, with pictures of their children, because my mom gets them. I don't even need the pictures, just send me the damn card!

So now, these are my Spite Christmas cards. I will send them out to be the "better" person, to wish them the JOY of the holiday season. Of course all at the same time I am mad that I am sending them a damn card.

I am a complicated human being.

And yes, I know I should see someone about this.