December 18, 2011
I love holiday cards. I love getting them, but most of all I like making them.
At least it starts out that way.
There’s the initial concept. Fun!
Sketching it up. Fun!
Drawing, painting, tweaking. Fun! Fun! Fun!
But then, there is the whole standing in line at the post office because I absolutely must have those special snowman stamps.
Followed by an attempt at addressing the cards and the subsequent admitting to people that I wrote their address on a scrap piece of paper last year and my cat batted it under the couch and apparently a spider drug it away to it’s nest, so could you pleeeeeeease give me your address for the fifteenth time… and I promise I’ll key it safely into my iPhone this time!
Couple that with the fact that I waited until pretty much the last minute, even though I promised last year and the year before that and the year… ok, the past ten years that I would start in August.
Before you know it, I’ve got a holiday card meltdown on my hands.
Does any of this sound familiar? Am I alone with this?
Anywho, fun? Not so much.
But despite the griping and moaning, after all is said and done, the truth is, it’s just not Christmas until I’ve sent off all my cards and, of course, I receive that very first card in the mail, be it Christmas, Hanukkah or Festivus (I’m still waiting for my first Kwanza card.)
I just love holiday cards!
It’s tradition! Every bit of it, from fun to meltdown and I hope it never goes away!