It was better before

You think girl who requested my snail-mail address respected my wish not to send a paper Christmas card? Of course not. It was much better before when she worked for me, and had to do what I said. Those were the days. Until now I have received something like 15 paper cards. I'm drowning here people. And you know, I just cannot throw them away. It's impossible. I get tear-eyed and sit there thinking that somebody thought of me, making the effort of actually writing a whole card, my address on the envelope, putting a stamp on it and walking to the mailbox. It's impossible to disregard that. But I'm still drowning in papers...