This was the first year your mother and I made a Christmas card. Without you around to play baby jesus or a baby lobster (you’re not getting out of that one, and I’m definitely saving copies of that), we really had to scratch our heads to come up with an idea to compete with your cousins because everyone and their mom loves cards/pictures of toddlers.
We ended up settling for a gingerbread man theme, so we got decked out (FYI, I’m apparently a size 14 women’s onesie), and then spent an afternoon making gingerbread family cookies.
The hardest part of this entire process was not in the making of the card, but the writing and mailing part of it. Like wedding invitations, Christmas cards make you really reflect on your friendships. Who do you invest a stamp, some mental effort, and two minutes on? It might not sound like a lot, but if a normal person has something like fifty odd people to send cards to, that adds up! If I was really selfish, that could’ve ended up as a really nice stocking stuffer for myself instead.
The other thing with writing Christmas cards is it tests how much you know about your friends and family, and you sometimes have to make some tough decisions…
– Do you know your friend’s address?
– Do you include their long-time sig-o in the greeting?
– Do you know how to spell their sig-o’s name?
– Do you even know their sig-o’s name?
[There were a couple of cases where my answers were no, I didn’t know their name, so I just pretended they didn’t exist because I assume it’s okay until they get engaged at least.]
Anyway, we got them sent out, and we’re crossing our fingers that everyone both enjoys them and doesn’t think we’re too nuts.
Merry Christmas!! // Happy Holidays!! // Happy New Year!!