In order to address this rigidity, I encourage you all to join me in writing liturgical correct greetings to your loved ones according to the newer form:
Your lips they are red
Your voice is melodious
It has to be said
You're my Cyril and Methodiius!
Your voice it is pure, your heart it is mine
Not just in Septuagesima, I mean ordinary time.
You mean more to me than acorns to a squirrel
Will you be my Methodius and Cyril?