Seasonal Greetings, We Suppose

[muninnhuginn]

The letter box went snap in the hard metal-striking-metal way that means no fingers were caught in the process. The leaflet wasn't on the doormat but, possibly due to some floating through the air miracle, halfway along the hall.

"World Wide Wonder", it proclaimed in a font designed to look as if it were scrolling up the cinema screen at the beginning of some historical epic. "Jesus@Christmas" it continued.

Ah! we thought. The biannual missive from the local church.

Argh! It's not even literate. Its first sentence isn't a sentence. We're ever so much more likely to be convinced if the grammar made sense, even if the message didn't. Picks up tongs and throws into nearest bin. (OK, so the chances of our being persuaded a slim, even with correct punctuation.)

Why can't we opt out of this particular delivery? We scared away the vicar years back, but not his delivery people. What do we have to do? Flay a Christian and pin the skin to the front door? Sighs.

Not that long.

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[pickledginger.livejournal.com]

::sigh!::

At least the message had that special impersonal touch.¬