I have never sent Christmas cards. I have received them, but the closest I came until this year was once I thought it would be funny if I put empty beer cans around my dog while he was sleeping and send that, then I realized it would take more than three minutes out of my life and I didn’t.
Now I have a daughter and a wife, so it was happening this year. I’m the type of person that would draw a stick figure on a Giant Eagle receipt and send it out for a Christmas card. My wife at one point had nine options open online at the same time. I tried to explain that I’ve never at any point opened a Christmas card and exclaimed, “This font is unacceptable! Unfriend these rabble!” It was to no avail. After much editing and changing, the cards were ordered after midnight on the third day of trying to finalize them. Here’s what came.
That’s right, the Hanson family Christmas cards were ready. The only problem is that’s not our name. Somehow the stock name slipped through our sleep deprived editing process. The bonus fun is that Chris Hanson was the guy from “To Catch A Predator.” There’s a joyful holiday conversation – “Hey, remember the guy that went after pedos? Well, funny story…” We were going to reorder, but there wasn’t time and those cards are pricey. Red Sharpie and a label – Merry Christmas and MMM Bop to all!