Same as every year she had been planning for months and now, with only a few days left, all that really needed to happen was to send the invitations.
To make his ‘only chore’ easier they had even been colour coded and packaged up in a carrier bag.
Wearily he pulled the first bundle out at random; but then, as his hand reached the dark slit on the front of the box, he froze.
What he really craved was a quiet Christmas…and the Post was notoriously unreliable…