I have a “system” if you will, for sending Christmas cards. I have a special Holiday address book filled with the names and addresses of those I mail cards to every year. I buy several boxes of cards ranging from those with religious themes to the humorous kind. I name each card, ie. “manger,” “snowman,” whatever, and keep note of what year I sent which card to whom. It sounds time-consuming and tedious, but it’s not. There are certain people who routinely get religious cards from me, some get artsy, some get funny. Others get whichever design that I decide suits them in any given year.
Although I don’t particularly like to, sometimes I type a letter detailing all the momentous events through the previous year. I *ahem* make copies to enclose in the cards to people I don’t see through the year. It’s not particularly personal but saves a huge amount of time and keeps the wrists and fingers from cramping. And I always find pretty Christmassy printer paper to print on.
PD says I send too many cards and it’s silly and people just throw them away. He thinks it’s a frivilous expense but usually I buy the cards on sale and start buying stamps in early December so I don’t have to buy 3 or 4 books at a time. I also buy religious stamps and regular Christmas stamps. I’m sure PD shakes his head behind my back. But me, I love the tradition of sending and receiving of Christmas cards. I use them to decorate the fireplace mantle and around the archways in the living and dining rooms. And at some point during the Season, I’ll curl up in a chair with a cup of coffee or a glass of wine and read through them all. It’s just… nice.
Thing is, I’ve spent the last two evenings tearing my house apart looking for the box that I keep the cards, mailing labels, printer paper, stickers and all that stuff in. For years I kept it all in the same box in the same cupboard in the spare bedroom. Last year I graduated to a bigger box and had to find another place to keep it. But I’ll be darned if I can remember where that might be. So I’m already a week behind on my cards. That in itself is not unusual but I would kind of like to get them in the mail and delivered before the 25th. Please, God, don’t make me have to go buy all new. That would suck.