Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 107, December 29th 1894

( Founded upon the Farce of Christmas Cards. )
Scene— A London Drawing Room. Paterfamilias discovered reading a paper, and Materfamilias superintending the despatch of a number of cards .
Mater. ( in a tone of irritation ). I really think, John, that, considering you have nothing earthly to do this afternoon, you might come and help me.
Pater. You have said that twice before, my dear. Don't you see I am enjoying myself?
Mater. So like you! As if you couldn't give up that stupid paper—you declare there's no news in it—and do me a favour!
Pater. ( putting down his paper ). Well, anything for a quiet life! What is it?
Mater. I am sending a card to Mrs. Brown.
Pater. ( taking up his paper again ). Send it.
Mater. My dear John, do attend. I want to know what I shall put into the envelope.
Pater. ( giving up paper, and examining Christmas Cards with some vague show of interest ). Oh, well—here. ( Casually picking up a picture of a country churchyard by moonlight ). Won't this be the sort of thing?
Mater. ( shocked ). How can you, John! Don't you know that Mrs. Brown lost her husband only a year ago?
Pater. Then why are you wishing her A Merry Christmas ?