Sometimes I wonder why we get so many and some years br I think shall I send any. br Then they start coming through the door and before you know br it there's a pile on the floor. br One from uncle Jack which comes every year without fail br who's mind is still with it but his old and frail. br He never forgets to send a card but you can tell by his br writing that this may be his last Christmas regard. br Designer cards full of sparkle and folly, ones with Christmas br trees and wreath's of holly. br Reindeer, Snowmen, coach and horses all these cards br just streching our resources. br Filled with verses of tideings and good cheer and most of br them wishing you happy new year br So where are the cards of the Christmas Nativity with kings br Shepherds, and all the simplicity. br The beautiful cards where Christ was born in a manger so br meek and forlorn; with Mary and Josepth on that Christmas br Morn. br Cards that remember what Christmas is all about, somehow br they have dried up like a river in a drought. br The Christmas Card which every year becomes an br extention caused only by a simple Victorian invention. br Every Christmas there is another name added to the list br that same old cramp always returns to the wrist.