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So we have a Christmas Card Fairy. Once, a while ago, I wrote about how much I love the cards of the season - the art, the sentiments, the knowledge that someone cared enough about a member of the family to take the time and effort to send something solid rather than virtual... and that year, the Card Fairy struck. Every day there was a new card sent from the same address by different individuals, some of whom I knew were four legged and unversed in the Power of English. Or even the Power of Speech, for that matter. And my whole family loved those cards (we still have two or three 'really great' ones that get put up on the wall each year). As the years have developed, Arn and the Boys have begun to refuse to look at the cards when I open them, preferring to see them on the front wall as they enter the house and pausing often to go back and re-read the whole collection every few days or when they are down. This year, the Card Fairy nearly started a Card War by sending a violently scotty-dog specimen in the 'traditional' black, white, and red plaid. I spent a couple of days plotting revenge and seeking out a suitable return volly only to find that the Postal service was running slow and what I thought would be the only card of the season from my friends was actually the start of a series. Each of the subsquent ones brought a smile and gradually my thoughts of revenge seemed more and more petty until the scotty had almost faded from my memory (as long as I didn't look at that part of the display wall).

And then today there was - - - a larger card, a cheerful card, a bright blue 'My Little Pony" on a sickly-sweet pink background.

I don't know. I'm thinking that the Card Fairy may deserve some sort of token of my appreciation for her care. Something special. Something worthy. I shall have to give it some thought.

(Oh, and sweet Card Fairy, I opened up one that came in the same mail service, looked at the picture on the front, said, "Awwww" in only that way that women do when something is especially adorable then flipped the card open to read your comment, "Cute, isn't it?" Yes, it is. Are you sure you don't teach art instead of Honors English?) :)
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