The zen balance of cards you give and cards you get is zen.
So counting becomes a means of exacting justice.
Newby’s Diaries sadly, retro-pop-ly regrets. “I Don’t Expect Many Cards This Christmas” rolls out the punctured inflatable holiday yard art that won’t ever stand tall.
Or just “No Christmas Card,” the chant of children (actually Citizens of Nowhere) in electronica parang.
Watkins and the Rapiers sneak their message “Don’t Expect a Christmas Card from Me” in some serviceable polka. But, (while self righteous) remain vigilant–and hopeful!