Sigh.
We received our first Christmas card over the weekend.
I have been in the process of ordering mine for the past two weeks. I go directly to tinyprints.com, scour the photos of the girls from the past year, select a couple, and then upload them. Then I select a template, play around with the coloring and size, and try to make something nice. They arrive, I don't even sign them, and I mail them. I have used tinyprints.com for the past five years, and I also used them for Cambrie's birth announcement and Avery's graduation.
Truthfully, I'd rather not sent out Christmas cards. Anyone I would send them to, I generally see all the time anyway. Plus, there are these people:
the novelist: She ain't writing a Christmas letter, she's writing a tome. She's going to tell you about everything, from her emergency appendectomy to her neighbor's new car purchase. She will tell you about the hot cop who pulled her over for speeding, her failed Thanksgiving pie, that her aunt Susie now has rickets. She writes to write.
the braggard: "we are all so lucky Mary is now in college abroad, studying to be a cheese monger in the hills of Italy. Some day she will be helping you select your reggiano at the counter of Byerly's! Also, Bob's new penile enhancement company is almost ready to go public, but first will be featured at 2 am on QVC!"
the christian: "in these post 9-11 days, as the end times draw near, I thank goodness for Sarah Palin, the season, the Bush family, Ted Nugent, and Christ my savior"
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