"Christmas Cards"

I wondered if I could get my husband to address
Christmas cards, as I had so much to do. I arranged
everything we needed, then hopefully pulled up a
chair and said, "Come on, Dear, let's get these out
of the way."

He glanced at the array on the table, turned away
and went into the den, only to return moments later
with a high stack of cards, stamped, sealed, and
addressed.

"They're last year's," he said. "I forgot to mail them.
Now let's go out to dinner and relax. You've been
working too hard."