Okay, so I decided to indulge in a little of my favourite holiday task tonight: writing cards. I love mail. Sending it, reading it, whatever. For that reason, this season is a dream for me. I overheard The LB on the phone to his dad the other day. "Yeah, I think she sends a card to everyone she knows." Guilty. And I will never ever stop the tradition of mailing Christmas cards, I don't care what the argument against them.
From the moment they start hitting the shelves, I'm shopping for them. And I never ever buy all the same ones for everyone. No, I usually end up with four or five (or six or seven) different boxes by the time December 1st hits. I start off addressing family, then move on to distant recipients. For each box or design, there is a different crowd. For instance, for my far away friends, this year I picked up some scenic Vancouver winter/snow prints.
Tonight, I broke into my favourite cards of all this year. I've been spreading out my own joy by doing only a small group of cards at a time. (More opportunities to go to the mailbox! I know... I'm a total geek.) I realized my present dilemma almost immediately: there are a limited number of people who can recieve this particular card from me. My solution was almost as quickly found: they need to go to my good friends. By good, I mean (obviously,) those who can appreciate them. We'll call them my cool friends. It was just as much of a shock to me to recognize that I would actually categorize people in my life this way, but you know what? I did.
I'm sure there are very few people out there who can sympathize with my affliction, but there you have it. And don't even get me started on holiday stamps. For me, they're an event of their own. Who on earth would send Christmas cards marked with regular, everyday postage?? Even if they were on sale...you know who you are. ;)
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