A few years ago I stopped sending Christmas cards- I stopped because I really wasn’t into the card choices that were out there and anyone who really knows me probably opened the envelope and saw those glittery snowmen and happy children and puppies on sleds and said,
” Wow. Anita. Who chose these because you sure didn’t.”
I’d pay good money to know for sure what they were thinking because I’m sure it was a hoot.
Anyway. Wouldn’t you know it? Being at the tail end of the Boomer Generation has it’s unexpected benefits, like the stuff you liked as a kid and a teenager are mainstream now.
For example, these are my Christmas Cards and they weren’t exactly hard to find:
Photo A.M. Moscoso
Photo A.M. Moscoso
And USPS even came across- they actually printed Halloween stamps with some cool designs which will perfectly compliment my cards: I did go safe on a second choice of cards- those are for some of my relatives who pass around the links to my stories but getting a Krampus Christmas card would not be their cup of tea. And I’m ok with that.
Providing of course I can enjoy my cup of tea with all of the Spirit the season allows.
Now I am off to Toll Some Bells- wait- Jingle some bells and have a little more holiday fun.
My end of the year vintage Victorian Christmas Card roundup- just to start things off I will say this- if these are examples of Christmas cards, I can only wonder why their Halloween greetings were so tame!
This is a Victorian Christmas Card.
It’s odd, slightly macabre and I kind of feel sorry for the guy in the picture because I don’t think this scene is playing out in his favor.
In addition I’m not sure if this is a Christmas greeting or a warning but I am certain that you could use it as a Halloween card too.
When I see this I can hear a million little sparrows singing
So, the person sending this card is saying that they’re sending moths to fly into your eyes and that they will die trying and that in the morning they’ll find you all there- enveloped in blood, moths wings and the sender’s ever lasting love.
I’m sure this is the kind of card that Dr. Phibes would send, at any rate I know I would.