“Tomorrow’s the Choosing, Grampie, I’m so excited I don’t think I’ll ever sleep.” Little Card Stock’s eyes glistened as Grampie folded him into bed anyway. The last thing Card heard was Grampie’s solid tenor singing something about chestnuts and an open fire.
All was a bustling when Card awoke the next morning. He jumped out of bed and scurried off to be a part of it. This excitement was infectious and everyone had it.
Color Dying was starting to gather everyone’s attention. She said the same thing every year, winked the same wink after she said it, and was loved all the more for it. Her words marked the beginning of the adventure.
“Most of us are dying today, but we will have no solemn faces.” Then the wink. “After all, we’ll soon become the color of our own choosing.”
The lines began to form as those who were sure of themselves stood behind the banner of their color choice. There was blue, red, yellow, green, indigo, orange, violet, and every color one could think of. Some were very shiny, like glistening gold, while others were soft and gentle, like the haze of dusk.
Card chose yellow. He saw Grampie in the red line, Cousin Funny Line in the blue, Grammie stood in the green line, and Strictly Scripture was in the yielding line. The yielding line was for those who were willing to be whatever color was needed. Card waved at all his friends and chatted earnestly with the man in front of him. This man, Recycled Paper, had been through the process dozens of times and could only talk highly of it.
“Does it hurt at all?” queried Card.
“ Nope,” answered R.P. “You’ll feel better than ever before.”
The lines began to move forward and the big vats churned. Card was excited and nervous all at the same time. He thought the word might be exhilarated, the feeling was intoxicating. He loved it. R.P. looked back at him and yelled, “Happy dipping Card,” and promptly popped into the vat.
Card looked at the swirling masses and slipped in on his side. It was like squishing fresh mud between your bare toes on a hot summer’s day, only all over. He dunked his head and bobbed up only, when he thought he would burst. According to Card it was over much too soon.
Grampie had saved him a spot in the drying room. It was hot and a little humid. The heat helped to dry and the humidity helped to regulate the drying time, so no one would end up with curly edges. Card and Grampie made extra sure that they were drying flat.
Picture Stamps came out next and explained that although they still had choices, those would be limited. It was pertinent that color and picture were compatible. Card found it hard to decide between the little drummer boy and the small kitten, stuffed in a stocking, and wearing a Santa hat. In the end he went with the kitten, just because he’d always wanted one.
The printing team came next. There were eight on the team; Wholey Secular, Rhymed N’Timed, Worldly Religious, Funny Only, Frankly Nothing, Bible Verse, Cuddly Cute, and Un Mentionable. No one got to pick at this point. The printing team made the rounds and picked each one that would fit best with them. Wholey Secular and Rhymed N’Timed both looked Card over but, Cuddly Cute took him under her wing and off to the printing they were.
The printing station was noisy. There was a lot of fitting going on and at times, for a few, a bit of trimming. Carl watched Grampie grimace and let out his held breath as Grampie was able to squeeze in far enough to forgo any trimming.
The day was done, what a success! All were being neatly packaged and readied for the stores. Hugs and waves crisscrossed in their giving as boxes were loaded throughout the night.
Final Salutations came out with parting words just before the trucks would roll:
Blatant or subtle, charming or crude,
Truthful or hidden, funny or rude,
Each of you carries a form of “Good Cheer”
As the Master Card Maker is calling “Here, Here”
He knows His plan, and what can be done
And he knows this story is purely for fun.
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