I love most things the holiday brings. The music, the decorations, the fuzzy feeling I get inside [that seems to die when I’m within a mile of the shopping mall], but I really love holiday cards. The ones with winter wonderland settings, the ones with glitter and jewels, the ones with pretty foil, the ones with funny cartoons, the ones that turn into ornaments, the ones of family portraits – I love them all. I love looking at them, I love reading them and I love hanging them up so I can see them everyday until the New Year. I don’t send them though.
It’s not that I don’t want to send holiday cards, it’s just I’m not good at it. And it’s overwhelming. Making the list of who to send them to, picking out the kind of card you’d be proud to drop in the mail, the addressing, the dry tongue that’s the result of licking envelopes… just thinking about it overwhelms me. I know, I’m a loser. But boy do I love getting them.
So far, I’ve got five hanging up. Each one is different. Each one is from a special person. Each one makes me smile. But I have to admit, I smiled a little wider the day I opened this one: