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I’m not one to obsess over the holidays. I don’t spend my year dreaming of candy canes or raiding craft stores for leftover decorations. The thought of when “It’s a Wonderful Life” airs again doesn’t cross my mind, and I certainly avoid anything Nutcracker-related for as long as possible. I don’t share cheerful countdowns to the holiday season on social media. From December 26 until the following Christmas, I hardly think about the holiday itself. However, I do find myself stressing about holiday cards for a full 12 months.
In all my years, I’ve never managed to send out a complete set of holiday cards. Sometimes, I only get as far as snapping a picture of the kids. Other times, I have a hundred cards printed with their names, ages, and a festive greeting. Occasionally, I even address and stuff the envelopes. Yet, somewhere along the way, something always goes awry. I’ve misplaced my address book, left my SIM card in the kiosk, and sometimes even spilled salsa on the cards. I’ve mistakenly pre-stamped the wrong envelopes only to realize it too late. By the time I get it all together, several holidays have come and gone, and still no cards have been sent.
I’ve attempted the old trick of sending New Year’s cards instead. I tell myself it’s a way to focus on the urgent tasks before Christmas, like checking my gift list to ensure Aunt Marjorie isn’t overlooked again or decorating a tree. Yet, as January slips away, I have another idea: why not send “Casimir Pulaski Day” cards? This little-known holiday falls on the first Monday in March, giving me two extra months to finish what I started. But, of course, once March passes, I pivot again, thinking of sending out cards for National Lemonade Day in late April or some other quirky occasion. Before I know it, I’m back in December, scrambling to get those elusive holiday cards done.
There’s a group of disgruntled folks out there who have probably removed me from their contact lists due to my lack of holiday card etiquette. Perhaps they believe I need to put in more effort or think they’ve been left off my list for some unspoken reason. I get it; maybe I should evaluate my own card-sending habits too.
I keep a sticky note to remind myself of the few people who still send me cards. I do my best to reciprocate, but I worry that the note will get lost, making sending even four cards feel as daunting as sending a hundred. Yet, there are those loyal friends who don’t obsessively track their holiday card lists. Maybe they send me cards out of simple kindness, or perhaps they’re just not bothered by my scatterbrained antics.
These wonderful souls are the ones I’ll keep on my card list this year. But once Groundhog Day rolls around, they shouldn’t hold their breath for anything from me.
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Summary
In this light-hearted reflection, the author shares their struggles with sending holiday cards, acknowledging a consistent pattern of procrastination and mishaps. Despite not adhering to typical holiday traditions, they appreciate the few loyal friends who continue to include them in their card lists. The post humorously explores the chaotic journey of holiday card preparation and the eventual realization that sometimes, it’s just about being present, even if that means skipping the cards altogether.