One of my very favorite parts of the holidays is receiving Christmas cards. I literally tackle the postman when he arrives at 3:10 pm each day from Thanksgiving through the New Year. He doesn't seem to mind, however, the tip I give to repair any damage I inflict never hurts. My unbridled excitement is reminiscent of waiting for a long lost love letter. By the way, just an aside, you youngen's who are all eletronicified really missed the boat on the old fashioned communication known as a love letter. Not the same when it comes in email form or through Facebook or chat. It has to be on that ethereal thin pale blue paper, have a real air mail stamp and be SWAK. (Sealed with a kiss.)
I'm a sentimental sap, in case you hadn't already noted. I love greetings at Christmas from friends old and new, even the ones I haven't seen in 20 years! Doesn't matter to me, I'm just happy to stay in touch. I especially love the personal photos so I can catch up and love-on all those smiling faces. I adore the photos of kids, families together, and even pets or vacation photos. They are all a treasure to me. I fawn over each and every one. Some make me laugh, some make me cry over how quickly things change and they all get a place of honor in my home during the holiday season.
After the new year when I'm cleaning up,
The Christmas cards, they're the last thing to go. I have a hard time parting with the cards. So here's how I solve that dilemma. After I enjoy and share all the beautiful cards and photos with my friends and family by displaying them from the first one to the last all during the holiday season, I lovingly place the photos in their rightful place in my scrapbook album. I murmur a simple prayer for all my friends and their families to keep safe and healthy and happy in the new year. I keep pages of each individual family's photos from the first one they ever send me, to the present. That way I have watched them all grow up right before my very eyes.
Holy heck, I even enjoy Christmas letters. The closest I've ever come to writing one myself though is this blog because, who the heck wants to hear how my brand new cottage has leaks in the ceiling AND in the floor, and how if it doesn't stop raining in this supposed to be sunny all the time place I live called Southern California I'm gonna lay right down and die? That was a rhetorical question by the way.
No more buying the same ol, same ol, gift tags from Target. (No offense Target, you know I 'll always love ya.)
Your new cards might just look something like the one below!
Blessings for a new year full of good health, abundant wealth and all the love your heart can hold!