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The art of Christmas Card Writing. Is it over?

 I have friends that revel in the time that is Christmas. You know the type, that have their Christmas decorations all laid out ready for the 1st December with the anticipation of have the tree up on the first day of the silly season.

 I am. Not one of those people.

Last year I wrote a post how I may be the Christmas Grinch. Not a fan really. But for the kids, every year I lug out the McLean Xmas tree and we decorate in our own style. You know, when you throw the tinsel and shove the lights on and put every single bobble and bit on randomly?

It looks glorious in my eyes!

Circa 2014..........

 

Xmas 2014
 

 

We had success this year with a visit to Santa. There were no tears and even though the look can be mistaken as a friendly connection between the two, it was infact a “I’m just checking that your still next to me and not getting any closer.”

 

Clearly, mum was having a great time!

  Santa

But there is one thing that I have enjoyed every year at Christmas time. It is the dying art of Christmas card writing.

Yearly, I would buy my standard two packets of cards and proceed for a number of hours one evening over a glass of vino when the kids were in bed to write out all my cards.

I had a system. Some would describe it as brutal, but it worked for me.

I would pull out one of these.

  Address book

 Image via Pinterest 

Ok, not this old school but an address book that had all my family and friends details to post out their cards to.

That thing called the post, the mail delivery system where you need a stamp and you write stuff with a pen, remember?

So my system was this:

  • Everyone in my address got a hand written Christmas Card by mwah the first year
  • I had a 3 year rule – If I didn’t receive a card back within three Christmas’s, you were scrapped off my list.
  • I wrote my list and checked it twice { see, I do know Christmas Songs! }
  • And I was brutal, even writing a p.s on the second year send out with a reminder of the “last chance option for the following year”

I started with 80 cards.

It dwindled down to 25.

Has the art of Christmas cards writing been lost?

Well, it was totally lost on me this year.

DID. NOT. SEND. A. SINGLE. CARD. OUT.

How about you?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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