I thought: maybe THIS year is the year. The year we finally send out, after nearly four years of marriage, our very first Christmas card. Maybe this year I’ll find time and energy and motivation to write one of those full page Christmas letters that over-exaggerates our accomplishments and activities of 2015. Oh I’m SURE you know exactly the particular friends or family members who like to write those kinds of cards: “THIS child is practically the Einstein of the first grade…THIS child had her first swimming lesson last summer and my gosh she has better form than Michael Phelps…THIS child traveled here and here and here AND here and STILL found time to save the whales…and did you know that THIS child’s play dough sculpture won first prize at our local fair? Obviously we’ve got ourselves a little Michelangelo in the making.”
A good, hyperbolic Christmas letter is even better than those “PROUD MOM” or “PROUD PARENT OF AN HONORS STUDENT” bumper stickers I see on occasion. And yes, while I like to poke fun at the over-exaggeration that’s bound to take place in a letter meant to summarize an entire YEAR of hard work and activity, I really do love reading in between the lines and recognizing the pride and joy and thankfulness these families have for their previous year. And for each other. THAT is what really makes these letters worth reading.
So I thought to myself, maybe THIS year is the year that Darrin and I finally write one of our own over-blown Christmas letters. Maybe we’ll throw in a sweet picture of the two of us smiling..laughing…having just a grand ol’ time doing life together.
But then Darrin decided to take this photo opportunity to dump a whole lot of snow on my head and down my turtleneck. Which, I suppose, maybe makes for a better Christmas card picture.
Or at least a more realistic one.
Hope you’re having a great start to your week!