It's been nagging at me for awhile, but I have finally landed on what I am going to do.
I am not sending Christmas Cards this year.
I'm not mad at anyone. I'm not boycotting Christmas or Red Starbucks cups. It's not the cost. I'm simply going to sit this year out.
I hate the stress of the card. Finding the ideal picture of the family to mail to everyone so they can all see what a wonderful family you have, knowing full well behind the scenes, things are never as perfect as they seem.
I'm feeling very Christmas with the Kranks here, but whatever. What do you do with a Christmas card? You open it, look at the photo, say "Oh that's nice" maybe tack it the fridge or display on the mantle and that's it. Two weeks later it hits the recycle bin with some wrapping paper and everyone moves on to complain about how cold it is.
How often do you have a checklist of people who have sent you cards? No one does, well unless you're a holiday psychopath or something. So I am not entirely sure that my sitting this year out will cause any big kerfuffle.
But should anyone who ordinarily gets a card from me feel slighted this year, here is the recap:
- Brad is doing well, got a buck in hunting season
- Logan is still talking too much, playing hockey and starting his own show shoveling business called "Shove it Services"
- Zach is playing hockey when he's not reading or playing Xbox.
- I got diagnosed with Epilepsy and I discovered a brand of wine I am particularly fond of.
It's been a banner year.
The one exception to this rule is my Grandmother, GG. GG doesn't get out much. Between her wheelchair, her arthritis and the cold weather, winter is a tough go. One of the few highlights of her day is the mail. Since she moved here from England, she writes her sister in Gnosall (small town outside of Stafford) every week. Can you imagine? A handwritten letter every week for 50 years.
Needless to say that the cards mean more to her than they do anyone else and I couldn't live with myself if I didn't send her one. So rather than it sending a generic box card, I am going to go out and get one of those fancy, over the top, ridiculously priced cards in red velvet and glitter, put a bunch of pictures of the boys in it and sent it off. Merry Christmas GG.
You know what's funny, for the past few weeks it's been nagging me... "Gotta get the cards done... Gotta get the cards done...." But deciding to say screw it is kind of freeing to be honest.
I've been waiting my whole life to exercise the "When you're an adult you can do what you want" hogwash they tell kids. Well guess what? I'm a grown up.. and I can do whatever I want, and what I want right now is to not spend hours writing "Merry Christmas" 50 times.
I will be festive in other ways. I will snuggle down with a eggnog and rum, think warm thoughts of my family and friends while I watch my favorite holiday movie (The Ref) during which I will be eating an obnoxious amount of Toffifee chocolates.
Jodi, Brad, Zach and Logan.