How to Know When You're Crazy In Love with Your Baby

This holiday season, the cards we sent out looked a lot like this. Now, if you didn't get one, it doesn't mean we don't love you. It just means that our hands became malformed and useless after cutting out loads and loads of Max heads and Santa hats for the Max heads. Katie wants to make the whole Max-head thing a series. After this Christmas, I think we're going to farm the head cutting-out to China.

Anyhoos, the point here (and I've been meaning to tell you this), is that we'd be sitting here, cutting out Max heads; cutting out Max Santa hats; cutting out the fuzzy stuff for the brims and the tassles; we'd be up late cutting and gluing all these things together. After awhile, you'd have a stack of Santa Maxes ready to attach to cards. It was a little deck of Max head cards. And, I don't know what it is (well, I do know what it is) but, no matter what, we would look at every Max head and laugh every time at each one. You'd attach a fuzzy tassle and it wouldn't matter that your hand was cramping into a balled-up fist of pain. there was a little Santa Max, laughing up at you: "Hey you! Isn't life great? Happy Holidays!"

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Giving you what you want, that's what we're all about.