Monday, December 12, 2011
He who has not Christmas in his heart will never find it under a tree. ~ Roy L. Smith
I love Christmas cards.
These are the first ones that have arrived in the mail in the past few days. From friends and family scattered far and wide. Some with Christmas letters, some without. I learned that Cousins Mark and Martha flew to New York City in October all the way from Woodlake, California, for their 25th wedding anniversary. I heard of one friend whose husband built a new house for them that they moved into this year in British Columbia, Canada. I heard from some dear neighbors in Portland who told us we have a package of surprise goodies coming to help us celebrate...probably some of her excellent Baklava! A card with an oil painting of Mt. Hood a friend painted. Another beautiful handmade card a new friend of mine here in Michigan made. Lots of photo cards with the smiling faces of those who are near and dear to us...separated by many miles but still so close to us in heart.
Christmas cards just make me feel...good.
I had mentioned to a friend on Facebook the other day that I've gone thru 4 or 5 books of stamps getting all of ours sent out this year. In years past, at least for friends within our Portland church, we had pigeon holes set up in a hallway to put our Christmas cards in and it cut the cost by quite a margin. But I don't have that luxury now...all my cards are stamped and addressed and sent out in the mail. She said, "Why not send them by email? Lots of people do that." I thought about that for a moment and I said I guess I'm old-fashioned but I like getting them in the mail. How it's so nice to open the mail box and find a bunch of cards tucked in with the junk mail and bills. To hold them in my hands, read the messages, and appreciate the fact someone took the time to send one to us.
I know it's a dying tradition. Our lives are rife with dying traditions. But as long as I have the ability to hand write and as long as I have your snail mail address...if you're someone near and dear to me, you're getting a Christmas card.
End of story.