Seasons Greetings

I distinctly remember buying amusing Christmas cards in the sale last year, but can I find them? Can I fuck! But I’m not worried, I know that, knowing me, I will have put them in an intuitive place, a place they can be easily found. And so I have. After only an hour of fruitless searching, I find the cards at the bottom of a random box, covered by a stack of papers. Very intuitive of me.