A tradition in the family of very few is to throw frozen garden peas (or petit pois if of the french persuasion) at the lucky celebratee until decreed to stop by the incumbent mayor. To move away from this barbaric ritual, I have crafted a card of peace and harmony. Though still with very much the same message: a pea for your birthday.

A friend, nay, vague acquintance, pointed out it also works as a pun. Look like it's frozen peas for them still this year. Far too clever for their own good.