I bravely headed where no woman has gone before (with a male coworker).
The post office.
We both had some shipping needs that needed to be taken care of.
I needed to purchase 100 stamps; he had to send his third wedding ring back (he’s lost two, and this one was too big).
When I finally got to the counter, the postal worker asked if I wanted to see the “holiday” stamps. To which I replied “yes.”
These were my choice:
I asked if she had anything that was more traditional “Christian.” She responded that “this one” (holding up the one on the left) was “Christian” while giving me the stink eye.
To me, the Virgin Mary holding Baby Jesus is more of a Catholic image. You won’t see an image like that in our church. (Just to clarify, I have nothing against the Virgin Mary holding Baby Jesus, it just isn’t my thing.)
Instead of a nice “Merry Christmas” stamp, or even one with a star or a Christmas tree, I opted for the super-lame, having nothing to do with Christmas pine cone stamps.
Blah to the tenth power.
Nothing says “Merry Christmas” like a pine cone.
*images from usps.com