I finished them last night, shortly after 2:00 am, and was at the post office today by 9:00 am ready to mail them and a Christmas present for The Mr.’s sister in Florida. Whew! Just under the wire. What can I say? That’s how I roll: fast and dangerous. “Take Chances” is my middle name.
Now, if you would care to step back into reality with me, I’d like to share something special that occurred while I was working on the previously mentioned Christmas cards. I started to really enjoy myself. As a creative writer, I had a blast thinking of different ways to incorporate the phrase “milk and cookies” in each of the Christmas cards.
“Hope your holidays are filled with all the good stuff–like milk and cookies.”
“Wishing you a warm holiday season filled with peace, joy, and plenty of milk and cookies.”
“We hope you Christmas is as sweet as milk and cookies with someone you love.”
And so on. (Of course, I also signed off with all our names)
I not only enjoyed myself immensely playing with words, I started to really pay attention to whom I was sending cards. Hand writing something personal in each card allowed me to take stock of how many insincere cards I send every year. There were a few people where I picked up my pen and thought, “So-and-so?! But he’s an ass and I hate his wife! Why the heck does he get a card?” At least 10 people were trimmed from the list, and it felt really good. If they didn’t inspire me to write, they didn’t get a card. I think this is a good rule to go by in the future, as well. I mean, really, why wouldn’t you want to surround yourself exclusively by people who inspire you? I found the whole process very cathartic, even though I was tired and it was the dead-ass of night.
I think somewhere along the way I forgot what Christmas cards are really about. It’s an opportunity to extend a warm wish to someone you care about during what is supposed to be one of the most benevolent times of the year. It’s not about the best card, or the best picture. In my zeal to have both, I lost the spirit of Christmas. I’m so glad I found it this year, even if it meant having to lose those cursed cards.
Well said! Congratulations on getting those done too :)Glad you blogged…I was starting to go through withdrawal.
Thanks, Ange! I have to say, I don’t know if I can go back to cards without a handwritten message. I mentioned this my girlfriend, Judi, who hand writes over 100 cards every year for the last 10 years. She looked at me and said, “Eh. You’ll learn to dread it.” Too funny!
This is the first year I didnt hand write my cards and I found it so much more enjoyable. Maybe I will feel different next year. I chuckled when Ange said she was starting to go through withdrawal -I was too (insert blusing emoticon here ;))!