There was that regrettable post last year, which I wish I hadn't posted because it caused a maelstrom of hurt feelings and misunderstanding (find it if you must, but I won't link to it). And then I never got out my own Christmas cards.
I haven't yet this year, either. Truthfully, it's the frigging picture that holds me up (this year and last): taking one, choosing one, cropping, printing. And while I can't point fingers without pointing fingers, Mama is in charge of most of that. Though, honestly, this year, I was very slow to pen the Star Wars-inspired letter, too. And that needs technical help on top of the picture, which we haven't chosen, much less printed.
So, um, cards will maybe be out eventually. But I think next year, I'll go paperless--sure, it's green, but it's also easier. Virtue out of a necessity.
I have enjoyed the cards I've received, fewer this year. And not because of that post, because the people I didn't get cards from don't read my blog. Many of my friends report receiving fewer cards this year--is it the expense? the time? the picture? The ones we did get hung on our Advent string over the mantle for us to admire.
And envy, with guilt and shame.
Oddly enough, I am pretty good at thank-you notes, which we just stamped this morning and will sign this afternoon to send along to everyone. The kids even excitedly made them for each other.
One out of two, right?
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