Last night I was up until 2:00 a.m. working on my “Christmas Letter.”
Yes, I am deeply aware that today is January 7. I don’t know what happened. Well, I do know what happened. My husband didn’t harass me about writing the Christmas letter until after Christmas. And even then it wasn’t harassment as much as wondering when I was going to get it done. I am in need of harassment, I guess, to get things done.
But hello? I had to shop and wrap and decorate and cook and clean and . . . oh, do I sound like a whiner? A complainer? Because I am not whining nor complaining but merely explaining.
I was busy.
That letter is my 19th annual letter. I started writing letters after we moved (for the fifth time in three years) in 1990. It’s weird, completely weird, and perhaps people are just lying to me, but throughout the year, people tell me they are looking forward to my Christmas letter. Then when Christmas cards and letters begin to arrive, they have handwritten notes on them: “Can’t wait for your Christmas letter.” This year, on New Year’s Day, one of my husband’s long-time friends (from junior high!) called to ask, “Where is my Christmas letter?”
The pressure! So, I wrote a Christmas letter a few days before Christmas. Then it took me a few more days to edit it. Another week passed before I got pictures done to tuck into the card. And this week, I finally started printing letters and labels (you cannot even imagine how I struggled with that task). Last night, I began to sign letters, fold them, shove them into envelopes with a picture–and that’s when I saw that the 20 cards (with slots for pictures) didn’t really fit into their envelopes. So I trimmed each card. What a delight. Who sells a box of cards with ill-fitting envelopes?!
I had to handwrite some addresses and stuck labels to other envelopes.
(THIS IS SO BORING. I’ll wrap it up quickly now.)
At any rate, it was 2 a.m. when I finally turned off the computer and printer and went to bed. I took my daughter to school and went back to bed from 9 a.m. to 11 am. . . . bringing my grand total of sleep for the night to about eight hours. Then I got ready and rushed to the post office so I could buy 90 one cent stamps to supplement my old postage stamps. I bought a roll of new stamps. (I cannot believe a first-class stamp is 44 cents. I remember when they were ten cents.)
I still have twenty-four letters to either photocopy or print out. Then more labels to slap on more envelopes before stamping them all and dropping them into the mailbox. I only hope I manage this before Valentine’s Day so I don’t seem like an even bigger loser than I already do.
And that was my grand accomplishment for the day: Bringing Christmas cheer to friends and family in January. Because I’m tardy for the party.
(Better late than never.)