Scribble, scribble, scribble, stuff, lick, close.
Scribble, scribble, scribble, stuff, lick, close.
Scribble, scribble, scribble, stuff, lick, close.
Christmas card time. Mark
helped a little bit this year, but still I'm scribbling our best wishes card by
card, stuffing them in the envelopes, and sealing them. The problem is that the
older I get, the worse my handwriting is and the more my fingers hurt. I
remember my mom doing Christmas cards when I was a kid. I think she may have
had to do a couple of hundred, all by hand. Amazingly, her handwriting was still
beautiful even by the time she got to card number two hundred. Some years ago I
switched from hand addressed cards to printed labels, but there was still the
little note inside along with our love. This year, after doing a few cards, I
realized that my handwriting was so bad that some people may not be able to
read them, or even know who sent it to them. So I have switched to pre-printed signatures.
I'm so very sorry if it seems a little impersonal, but at least I haven't
switched to E-Cards. I am still making the effort to send something you can
hold in your hand and tape to the living room mirror. Conversely, if you have
issues with arthritis or other painful maladies, I don't mind getting a
pre-printed card. I like getting Christmas cards. So for those of you who get a
card in the mail that looks like it was sent by your insurance agent, don't
throw it away. Take a closer look, it may be the one Mark and I sent you.
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