When I first moved out of my parents’ house, I couldn’t wait to write Christmas Cards. I got my list together, wrote them all out, addressed them, stamped them and sent them on their merry way. Three weeks before Christmas. I felt like Suzy Homemaker.
The next year I joined the Chorus. That cut a week out of my process. Yet I still faithfully wrote, addressed, stamped and sent every single card.
My third year in Chicago, I joined the throngs of people who added a Christmas Letter to their cards. I found a cute set of stationery that matched the cards I was sending, chose an equally cute font, and wrote away. I kept it short and sweet.
But the writing, printing, and folding of those letters added time. I didn’t quite get everyone’s cards out that year. I felt bad, but what could I do? They were late by about a week. Oh well, Happy New Year.
The next year, I took a picture of my previous year’s Christmas Tree and designed the letter around it. I printed out a ton of letters. I sent maybe 10 cards.
The following year, I bought cards, but didn’t write a letter. I did buy some cute stationery, but decided at the last minute that I didn’t have time to compose anything. I wrote some out and put names on them. And they sat in the card boxes for a full year.
So this year, I was on a mission. I picked up some nice cards at the store. I wrote out my messages and addressed the envelopes. I’m almost done. I can’t believe it. I’m actually going to send Christmas Cards this year. As insane as my holiday has been, I’M GONNA DO IT!
I guess I got my motivation back. We’ll see what happens tomorrow.
Want a card? Send me your address. You might just get one!
Merry Christmas everybody!