I have to admit something to you that I feel very badly about. It’s been bothering me for a long time now – probably for a few years.
I don’t want to send Christmas cards out anymore.
They’re sitting in my basement, even as I type. Mary, Joseph and Jesus are looking out of the stable at me, gingerbread are staring with disbelief. Angels and cherubim are suspended in midair and snowmen are melting. There’s even a box of cards with a manger scene made up of adorable dogs and they are all asking me the same thing, “Why aren’t you sending us?”
I feel bad about this. I used to get my boxes of cards ready to go out at the end of November, including special, matching Christmas stamps. I even used to print cute holiday return labels. It was all very merry and bright.
Now, I just look at them and wonder why I feel so apathetic about the whole process.
I realize that Christmas time is an opportunity to send pictures of your beloved offspring. You can also enclose a letter telling all about your vacations and career success.
Well, here’s the deal. I refuse to have professional pics taken at Christmas time and I can’t get Eldest Son to cut his hair to my liking. I didn’t take one single stinking vacation last year and I’ve worked part time for 10 years. Maybe Banker Husband would like to talk about his career but I really have nothing to add in that department.
On top of that, everything that I wish to divulge about my life is in print right here on this blog. Come to think of it, maybe I should just send a letter to people with my blog address printed on it. That wouldn’t be too unfriendly, would it?
If you want up to the minute updates, I’m on Facebook. Extra points to those who figure out which one of the 500 Amy Lee’s is me. (Hint – I’m the Amy Lee not wearing anything resembling a bustier – there are a few of those).
So, I guess what I’m saying is that I’m still in touch with the world, but my medium has changed.
Did I mention that my handwriting is really bad these days too?
There’s always a chance that I might change my mind and send some out this year. I could even wait and see who sends them to me and see how I feel next week.
Sending holiday cheer from my computer to yours. Just pretend this is a Christmas card.