12 days later…

I posted 12 days ago.  It’s ironic.  Just last night I sat down to write my Christmas letter and I was trying to fashion our letter in the form of a song to the tune of the 12 days of Christmas.

Yeah, it wasn’t working for me either.

I have issues with Christmas letters.  I want to write them all the time.  I always want to. I do I do.  But, when it comes down to it, I bore my self with the letter.

I had high hopes this year.  We took family pictures in September and I was going to have them made into some beautiful Christmas cards and send them to all our loved ones… and then, I posted all the family pictures on facebook and my blog and now nobody will even think they are that great because they’ve seen them all.

So, I decided to buy cards and just send a meaningful card.  But, my husband needed some for his business, and I didn’t feel like going to the store to get more (you just don’t leave these things up to men to choose) so I gave him the ones I bought… and they are beautiful by the way.

Then, I decided to write a Christmas letter.  Since I already had the perfect picture and the perfect card.  How could I come up with the perfect letter?  I want my readers to laugh, and smile, and enjoy the letter…. and it wasn’t happening for me.  It was like a bad Donny and Marie episode.

So, now I’m stuck.  How oh how do I let all my friends and family know that I love them and that I wish them a Merry Christmas?

I’m thinking about just telling them.  Wouldn’t that just be something unique? A phone call or an email saying Merry Christmas I’m thinking of you. 

Comments

Mockers said…
How about a Christmas e-mail with a few blings... colored background, insert some photos... It's not like you didn't have many memorable moments in 2010, and I doubt any of us would mind hearing about them again.
Also, even thought she doesn't tell you (she tells me...) your Aunt Claudia thinks you have a wonder way with words. I told her to comment and tell you, but...
Love you and all you do! (Plus Jim says that Em is like I was at that age. :)
Thursday, December 16, 2010 11:57:00 AM
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