Your pen slid across the white glossy paper, surely to smudge if you didn’t let it dry before closing the card. Skirting the curly red machine written message, you signed your name with a heart and a twice underlined ‘Merry Christmas!’ before lifting the page to your lips, blowing it dry.
“Jack Frost nipping… blah blah blah…”
“What’re you doing?”
An amused smile was evident in Sam’s voice, and you looked up to find it staring down at you.
“Singing?” you laughed in reply and reached for a blank card.
“Yeah, I got that. I meant…” Sam gestured broadly to the mess you had on the kitchen table. Next to your coffee mug was a pile of bright red envelopes, cartoon covered greeting cards, a few pens, and a roll of stamps.
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