In recent years nothing has signalled the nation's move into the
virtual world more than Christmas.
It began as a token CD or DVD bought online with the thrill it
might not arrive in time for the big day. How times have changed.
Now I get my kicks from sitting waiting for my presents to arrive.
The postman is the new Santa. And I have no shame. Ask anyone who's
bought most of their gifts online and they'll proudly declare it. A
few traditionalists will shake their Santa hats and tinseled heads
in disgust. But not putting yourself through the crowds, elbows and
ice doesn't mean you care any less for the people you're shopping
for.
Yet there's something equally as big happening to shake the very
foundations of Christmas as we know it. It's the death of the
Christmas card. Year on year less people send them. The number I've
received has been in gradual decline and I'm sure I haven't been
any more offensive than usual. e-cards are good. I like the
addictive Santa games and the ones where you make your friends look
like dancing elves. I suppose it's good for trees. But in a way I
do miss a good old printed Christmas card. And the days my school
bag would be stuffed with them.
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