I am about to commit the unpardonable sin, at least in our family…that would be on my side of the family, not my husbands. I am pretty sure I am not mailing out any Christmas cards, pictures, or letters this year. I say I am pretty sure, because I wonder if my guilt will win and at the last moment I will send my annual Schneiter Top Ten to the presses.
There are several factors influencing my decision, and money is a big one. I was recently at a holiday party with my college girlfriends…a much anticipated, yearly event. Three out of the eight of us did not hand out any cards. The others were being proactive and had been on-the-ball as to save a few bucks on postage. I’ve just had too much going on this year to be that organized. But then one of my friends spoke the truth, “It’s just a major budgetary item that I didn’t plan for this year, so I don’t think we will be sending out any.” Exactly. This year we caved and purchased a Wii for the boys. How could we resist, “Mom,” my oldest informed me one day, “when we get a Wii, we will finally be like all the other families we know.” Who knew I had deprived my children of such a life essential? And it has been my parenting goal to be exactly like everyone else.
The other factor causing me to sin this holiday is our family picture. I mean, it is stunning, and I do look fantabulous…always a key for a mom nearing 40…but it looks a lot like the one I mailed out last year. Two of the boys are even wearing the same shirts. I guess we didn’t change that much in one year. We added no new babies to our herd, everyone has been out of diapers for a bit now, and my husband is still stuck in his braces…maybe when he gets those off and looks as fabulous as me, we will send out a matted 5 X 7 to everyone instead of the usual glossy, 4 X 6 size…or not.
And lastly, the reason I am turning my back on all that is good and right about this holiday tradition of envelopes, stamps, and family photos…my top ten lists are beginning to blend all together, sound a bit like the year before and the year before and the year before.
My husband is still teaching and coaching, our oldest two boys are still loving school and playing sports, I’m still writing and figuring out life, and our youngest is still breaking furniture and appliances. We are still your normal, typical, family plodding through life.
So I think I’ll skip it this year, then next year when people receive our smiling faces they’ll think, “Wow, this one is so different from the last one we received.” Then the revelation will dawn “Didn’t Hans have braces? I think he got them off. If you look really close you can see that his teeth are truly amazing.”
And that they are, Merry Christmas.