Funny LaplandNº 001
One Candle. Budget Cuts.
The Bureau issues one candle per citizen. He has had it since 1987. It is lit once a year, under supervision.
$4,99 (bundle)
Downloadable birthday postcards from Finnish Lapland, where the years are counted in winters and nobody remembers how many. Print them. Send them. Deny the number.
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The Arctic Postal Service has one department nobody talks about: the Bureau of Unusual Greetings. It operates from Finnish Lapland, in the dark season, under the joint authority of an old drum and a shopping mall Santa.
The Bureau produces downloadable postcards for situations ordinary cards can't handle — when "Merry Christmas" is too little and a phone call is too much. Each one is painted, scribbled, and approved by at least one reindeer before it enters circulation.
You buy the card, the download arrives instantly, and the rest is between you, your printer, and the people on your list.
Approved · Dept. of Weird3 printable birthday postcards, issued all year round — artwork on the front, a finished back side with address lines and a corner reserved for the stamp. Instant download: the only present here that arrives on time.
The Bureau issues one candle per citizen. He has had it since 1987. It is lit once a year, under supervision.
Baked with enthusiasm, delivered by sled. The candles outnumber the guests. So does the cake.
The fox wrapped it himself. He will not say what is inside. Neither will the box, if you listen closely.
No envelopes travel anywhere. You buy a card, and the Bureau transmits the files straight to your inbox, faster than any reindeer and ruder than any elf.
Browse the rack above. The Bureau does not judge your choices. The reindeer might.
The buy button takes you to our Etsy shop and its secure till. Files arrive instantly.
Print on any cardstock, fold nothing, sign something. The back is already ruled: address lines, stamp corner, no thinking required.
1 racks are in circulation. New issues appear when the drum feels like it — which, historically, is whenever the calendar hands it an excuse.
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