I have a love/hate relationship with the Simple Mom blog, but I had nothing but cheers for the post this week in defense of Christmas cards.
Almost everyone I know says that they don’t have time to do Christmas cards. And I’ll concede, they are time consuming. Take (or choose) a picture, browse the millions of options for layouts, order and pay (!!), stuff and lick envelopes, track down addresses of friends and family, address envelopes, and then pay almost 50 cents per envelope to mail them all!
So I see how it can be a pain, unless you’re a complete Christmas card junkie like me, in which case you love the whole process. For me, it’s an excuse to get dressed up for a great picture and to think about all the wonderful things that have happened to us over the past year. Organizing my address book is a fun opportunity to think about all of my favorite people from all over. And in the spirit of Christmas, I even lay aside my long-standing grudge against the USPS in appreciation of their fun holiday-themed stamps.
But the fun only begins when I put the cards into the mail. And here’s where I wholeheartedly echo Simple Mom: “I still love sending cards–because I love receiving them.”
The weather outside may be frightful(ly warm), too many stores may use the holidays as an excuse for playing that pervy song “Baby, it’s Cold Outside,” and crowds of shoppers may make Wal-Mart a den of insanity. But my heart expands like the Grinch’s when I get a card in the mail that is NOT a bill and NOT a Guitar Center circular, but instead is hand-addressed envelope containing a cheerful wish for a Merry Christmas and a photo of people I love.
Mine are on the way, and I’m looking forward to finding yours in my mailbox soon!