I am working on Christmas cards today. There was once a time when sending out Christmas cards felt like a necessity. In my childhood, my Mommy would love putting the cards on the wall or around a door. She loved seeing how many we would receive in any given season.
I remember watching her fill out the cards and the envelopes when I was a little girl and telling me who the card was going to. As I grew older I helped and then independently. It is a joy I looked forward to every year, because I was letting people know they were important to us, and some important only to me.
It has been a long time since I have sent out any Christmas cards. This year is different. This year the purse strings are tight, but a Christmas card isn’t too much to let the ones I love know I am thinking about them through this wonderful time of year.
So, if I call you to get your address for the thousandth time – yes, Mart, this means you – just go ahead and give it to me. There is a brand new Christmas card list waiting to have names filled in with addresses. This is one tradition that is not going the way of the great blue footed booby.
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