They are in the mail. And no, this isn’t just an excuse.
My and Lisas fingers are bleeding from all that envelope stuffing. We created mortal enemies at the post office with our entire cart full of mail. (They hated us anyways I’m sure).
So, they shall be to you guys soon…hopefully. It’s not really the best time of year for using the postal service so don’t get angry if they take a while. We probably should have return addressed them from “Santa”.