‘Tis the season for Christmas cards, letters and pictures.
Have you sent your batch of Christmas cards, yet? Do you sign the card, or do you have the family names printed? Do you send both a letter and a card? Do you simply send a Christmas family photo?
I buy Christmas cards through a children’s hospital, and I include a hand written note and family picture. Last year, I worked on our Christmas cards the weekend of Thanksgiving. I had those suckers out shortly after December 1st. This year? Well, I hope to complete the task before Christmas.
Though I need to print and fold the letter, write personal notes, stuff and seal the envelope, and address and stamp the envelopes, I do not have to write the letter. My friends, I finished the letter, and I am going to share it with you.
Because I appreciate the time you spend reading my posts, I wanted to take a moment and let you know how much you mean to me. For this post, I am putting aside my usual subjects. This post is about … well, it’s still all about me. I mean, come on – it’s our Christmas letter!
When I was young, I looked forward to reading my Mom’s Christmas letter. Well, more accurately, I looked forward to seeing how many sentences were about me and what those sentences revealed about me. I admit I was a little jealous when the letters contained more sentences about my siblings than me. Apparently, my life as a kid was not as entertaining as the life of my siblings.
For the record, I beg to differ. Coming home from school and watching television is way better than playing on the softball travel team, swimming, joining the Coast Guard, graduating from nursing school, etc.
All my Mom had to do was ask me what was happening on General Hospital, and I would have been happy to fill her in on the whereabouts of the Ice Princess, my take on Liz Taylor’s performance, as well as how attractive I found Tristan Rogers. I am certain inquiring minds wanted to know. But no, she never asked, and my name was barely mentioned in her Christmas letters.
*sigh* I’m over it. Really. I let it go last year years ago.
Now that I am a parent, I decided it was time for me to begin the Christmas letter tradition. So, I am embracing the rite of passage to write and tell true stories about my boys. And maybe, when my boys are older, they will start reading the letters to see how much (and what) was said about them.
(Hi Joe! Hi Charlie!)
Then again, I have the power. I could take this opportunity to tell you all about me! No, I haven’t joined a traveling softball team. No, I’m not an avid swimmer. No, I did not join the Coast Guard; and no, I have not started or graduated from nursing school. Oh and get this, I’m no longer watching ‘General Hospital’! (I know! Right?!)
So, what on earth could I share about myself that would be worthy enough to include in a Christmas letter? Yes, well, I have a better appreciation for why my Mom was able to write more sentences about my siblings than she was able to write about me. I guess some things never change.
In a nutshell, we are healthy, wealthy and wise. Rob and I are employed, the boys are in school – Kindergarten and First Grade, and we take part in that family tradition of long ago … the one where you sit down as a family during meals. Yep, we do that thing daily. Craziness, I know.
Oh, there was that ceremony we attended, because Rob won the key to the city. Plus, Joe was voted Valedictorian of his Kindergarten class back in June; he is also slotted to be Valedictorian of his First Grade class. (Clearly, Joe takes after me and Rob.) Oh and, Charlie was nominated for the Nobel Peace Prize for his work on getting his brother to be a kinder and gentler older brother; unfortunately, Charlie lost to some woman named Ellen Johnson-Sirleaf. No worries, Charlie is handling the loss well, as he realizes it was an honor to be nominated. (Yes, thank you; we have done a wonderful job raising our boys; we appreciate you noticing.)
Okay, so maybe the above paragraph isn’t entirely true. A Mom can dream, right?
Regardless of your faith or lack of faith, I hope you have a wonderful holiday season. From my family to your family, we wish you a new year full of smiles and laughter. May your memories stay with you, so you can share the tales of the year with us next Christmas. (Tip: Write it down as it happens, if you can remember where you put your pen and paper.)
[Insert handwritten signatures here]