Every year I swear I will never, ever, EVER again do Christmas cards. I’ve even written myself notes for the upcoming year’s Christmas that say, “REMEMBER: YOU HATE CHRISTMAS CARDS.”
And then, in a move that I can only blame on some kind of funky brain wiring, I buy Christmas cards, which leads to the following, uplifting holiday conversation:
Me: “I HATE CHRISTMAS CARDS WITH THE WHITE HOT INTENSITY OF A THOUSAND SUNS!!”
My husband: “I will help you with them.”
Me: “NO! NO CHRISTMAS CARDS! And if we ever do buy Christmas cards again, they are going to have some kind of pre-printed messaged inside!”
My husband: “You mean, like, ‘Merry &*#%*! Christmas’?”
Me:” Ex-actly“
I am with you. This year, with tons of family already arriving for the holidays, I made a decision that Christmas cards are just too much. So I didn’t do them. And the world has gone on (at least maybe until tomorrow…). I figure that the people I want to keep in touch with I do, or else they are friends online and they know I have a chronic pain condition. Do it…er…I mean, be brave and cut the Christmas card cord!
Thank you!