Take Me Somewhere Else
I am old school. I like cards. I like notes that can be slipped under my pillow and smiley faces that show up on random things around the house (like my old school calendar where I write every thing. EVERYTHING!) So Christmas cards and Valentine’s Day cards are my favorite. Always have been and I’m certain they always will be.
Every year I send out Christmas cards. I usually start the process the day after Thanksgiving. While everyone else on the planet is running around to buy shit, I’m at the art desk coming up with the Christmas cards. I force Tim to come up with HIS list, which he is impossibly slow with doing. But he gets it done. That’s why I tell him early. Then I get the cards out at least two weeks prior to the big day. This is the first year in a very long time that I didn’t send out Christmas cards. I feel guilty about it because sending out the cards has been a part of the yearly tradition.
Receiving a card is a big deal to me. Anyone can take three seconds to send a quick email that’s sort of cold and impersonal to me. But a card – the person(s) had to take some time out to sit at a table or desk to write thoughtful sentiments, stick the card in an envelope, address the envelope, slap a stamp on it, and put it in the mailbox to me. It’s a lot more special to me to get that card. And I usually keep them. Tim calls me a “hoarder” because I have a box where all the cards go. I honestly have cards dating back to 1985 or so.
My SPECIAL thanks to everyone who addresses the cards to “Chuck and Tim”. I think that is the sweetest thing ever. And our mail people know exactly who we are. They never question the title. When you address it to “Chuck and Tim” then I absolutely know that whoever tucked their love inside the envelope are a part of us. So thank you.
Merry Christmas to all of those who sent the cards (and DIDN’T send us cards). Just know that next year we’ll be back sending our cards out to you all. So keep the cards coming. I appreciate the time it took YOU to send us a smile and some loven through the postal system instead of on a social site on the internet.