Christmas is on the mind of most people at the moment, well that is most people who live in a first world commercial driven society. look in the average woman's handbag at this time of year and it is filled with lists. Lists for gifts, lists for food, lists for events, lists for christmas cards.
The Christmas cards!
In my home the writing of christmas cards has to be one of the most stressful events there is. One has ideas of sitting at the open fire, tree lights twinkling, carols playing softly in the background while one writes loving messages to distant loved ones wishing them all of God's blessings on them at this Yule tide.
No. let me describe to you the reality, at least in my house. One decides it would be a gret idea to make their own christmas cards. Not a great idea as one can barely make a bed never mind turn their hand to crafts . After glue is duly applied to every surface in the kitched the said cards are ready for their envelopes... . they don't fit! Too many 3D christmas trees glued to the front of the card means one needs a bubble A4 envelope instead of a lovely cute embossed cream envelope.
New envelopes purchased one has to get the addresses. In this age of computers and folders and things that go on computers one would assume that addresses in my home are easily found at the click of a key and the flash of a monitor. One ought never to assume anything concerning me. Each address is stored in a different point in the house. Some are in the kitchen drawer, some in a little address book that is falling apart at the seams. Some people have moved home so many times that they take up an entire address book for themselves. How inconsiderate. last resort, phone Mum and get the lost addresses off her.
Of course she suggests writing them all down in one book. Why? what is wrong with her?
Eventually the cards are written, encased in their by now A3 envelopes and put on the dresser ready to post. This year I WILL remember to post them!