Yes, it’s time for the dreaded Christmas letter. When I was still working (with a paying job, I mean), my husband was always the one who wrote the Christmas letter. That was fine with me because I’m not fond of writing them. However, when I retired, my husband left that tradition to me, and not wanting to disappoint him, I’ve kept it up for the past three years.
Some people actually like to write them, I’m sure. Perhaps they’ve taken fabulous vacations to the French Riviera instead of hanging out at their local beach in their L.L. Bean conservative navy blue tankini, or they’ve been to Octoberfest in Munich, not the one held in the clubhouse of their neighborhood association. Maybe they’ve won the Pulitzer Prize, not just finished the crappy first draft of their novel. Yes, these people love to write their Christmas letter.
Besides, if you’ve kept in touch with me all year, you already know all there is to know, so why do I need to rehash it? I can just see your face now as you stifle a yawn. I suppose, if the only contact we have is a Christmas card, then maybe you might want more than my signature. I just wish I had more to give so you would feel reading it was worth the time. If I had to write my letter right now, off the top of my head, this is all I can come up with on the spur of the moment:
It’s been another fabulous year! Those of us who want jobs have them, and those of us who are retired (okay, that would be just me) are still happy about not having a job. No one has broken any bones or landed in the hospital this year, and George and I still have all our own teeth. Yea for that. Though she’s come close, the youngest granddaughter has not squeezed their little dog to death yet, and the eighth grade one has assured me that she will make it to high school next year, come hell or high water. We visited children, they visited us, and a fun time was had by all. We hope your year has been as exciting as ours, though how that is possible is certainly a mystery. Merry Christmas!
Hey, I just read this over and I think I’m actually finished with my Christmas letter. I wonder if my husband would approve if I just wrote a link to this post at the bottom of each card after I signed our names. Worth a try…
By the way, in case you are interested, at 4:15 on Tuesday, November 29, I completed over 50,000 words of my novel for a grand total of 202 pages, and now proudly display the National Novel Writing Month Winner badge on my website.