The Christmas card I sent this year was evidence of my descent to full on cat lady crazy.
In the beginning, when faced with the task of completing The Christmas Cards, I forget how much I like them. The stack seems overwhelming and the list of names daunting. And on top of the shopping and the eating and the near-constant state of some degree of drunk, they do stress me out.
And yet, I refuse to just sign my name to anonymous card and stick a stamp on something impersonal.
As much work as it is, I love the ritual of sending these messages. And I get such a nice feeling of accomplishment from sealing up the pristine envelopes and dropping off the finished stacks in a mailbox.
I love you.
I miss you.
I’m sorry I haven’t seen you in so long.
I’m so glad we got to see you this year.
Looking forward to seeing you soon.
This year will be better.
I’m excited for all that’s in store for you this year.
I’m glad there’s a you here.
I want you to be happy.
You matter to me.