Either that or Sun was dying.
Sun would call the doctor in the morning. Better still, make an appointment online.
Easier that way, and, you know, meant avoiding actually having to talk to people.
Still Sun had gotten all the Christmas cards written, sealed and sent.
Sun had run out of saliva once or twice and had to rehydrate with some well-deserved glasses of vino. Arguably this had lead to having to rewrite one or two, ok, maybe a dozen cards.
But it was over for another year.
Some 50 insipid Yuletide wishes scrawled out to people Sun had barely seen over the last 365 days, some of whom Sun hoped he could easily avoid for the next rotation.
Cloud had managed precisely two cards. So far. There was still plenty of time.
Cloud was working flat out at the moment and had no time for trivial things.
Cloud had whittled down his list of card receivers to a round total of ten.
Cloud had tried to work who would likely send him a card AND expect a card AND were decent gift givers.
Cloud needed to operate economically.
Rain was a having an absolute nightmare.
Rain’s cards were a soggy pile, sloshing about in the corner of the room.
No matter how hard he tried he just could not keep them dry.
Umbrellas, anoraks, plastic wallets, pampers. Nothing helped.
Rain tried sending them online, but he had waterlogged three laptops now and this was proving costly.
So Rain gave up. He’d just call people, or send an sms via Google, Siri, Alexa...and just trust that the AI did not change what he said from Merry Christmas to Piss Off, or something.
Snow, well Snow, was having to defrost the ink in her pen every 5 minutes and was finding the whole thing more than a little irritating.
Snow, should, after all, be coating the lands in a lovely crunchy blanket and filling the world with oohs and aahs. If it carried on like this, Snow would not be finished before Easter.
Mist, well, Mist had said back in Summer that Xmas cards were a waste of time and money and people would just need to deal with it.
And Mist had then gone out for milk.
That was a month ago.
Sun had written a card for Mist, but did not expect one in return.
