#00457/Greeting Card (4.5" x 6.25") - Blank

I'm as vulnerable to cuteness as anyone else.  For example, whenever I go to a zoo or anyplace with animal life, I'm always the jackass who has to spend two hours in the gift shop wishing that I knew some kids for whom I could buy stuffed animals.  That way, I'd have a pretense for grabbing all the stuffed animals off the shelves, playing with them, hugging them, rubbing them against my cheek, giving them names and generally making a fool of myself.  Then I try to justify hauling off and just buying a stuffed animal for myself.  Then I picture the expression on my old man's face when he finds me snuggling Sparky the Hedgehog and I demur.  Anyway, what was my point?  My point is that I am not shitting all over the idea of cuteness.  I shit, rather, all over the idea of Christmas, and Christmas Cuteness just happens to fall under that umbrella.