As a single mom with a full-time job, some things just have to go.
(Note: this is a terrific excuse to get out of just about anything. Who would question it?)
For me, one of those things is Christmas cards. I know it's wonderful to send (and receive) a personal holiday greeting, but it's just not going to happen from this house. I don't even send my garbage bill by mail -- either it's on-line or it doesn't get paid.
Since my primary means of communication with my friends is through this blog or facebook (even those who live a few blocks away), it follows that those are the vehicles I'll use for my Christmas messages. It's not called social media for nothing.
When I was a girl, I remember my father sitting in his study every December, smoking his pipe and working on our Christmas card list. Adding those folks who sent us one the year before, removing long-forgotten acquaintances, typing it all out on his (now collectible) manual typewriter. It was a responsibility taken seriously.
As a result of course, I now carry guilt about not sending out cards myself. For many years, I bought cards with all good intentions, and maybe sent out 4 or 5, but one of the things that come with getting old is the wisdom of knowing yourself, so I no longer attempt the effort.
So, though I love getting your cards, I really don't mind if you take me off your list. It lessens the pangs of regret I feel around the mailbox this time of year. Not to mention being more environmentally-friendly: another quite useful justification for not doing things.
Just some of the cards you won't be getting from me...
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