The last batch of Christmas Cards is complete, stamped and addressed, sitting on the counter ready for mailing on Monday. I like to send them and I like to receive them. Even if a contact with someone is a once-a-year event, it keeps the lines open so to speak, and acknowledges that which has gone before.
So this year, like every year, I sat down and filled them out and readied them for mailing in small bunches. Now that I am done, the effort of it feels good.
The number of cards I send seems smaller every year.
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