It’s the season when those nasty dreads sneak up from behind and erupt full blown. It’s not that I don’t know they’re coming, it’s more like I see them in the distance but ignore them for too long. Then WHAM, they’re upon me.
The dreads—those letters that go into Christmas cards. Every year I look forward to hearing from faraway friends and reading their yuletime notes, but I despise composing my own.
It’s easy to write about the grandkids and what’s happening with Hubby and me, but it’s hard to do in a way that’s interesting and doesn’t sound like bragging.
Ooohh, those ghastly dreads….
But they got fooled this year. No one is getting a letter from us. Instead, our friends will find a pictorial of sorts tucked inside our Christmas card.
I downloaded several family snapshots taken over the past few months, added a sentence to each, and Presto! A completed Christmas letter.
Ha, ha…those dreads disappeared quicker than a snowman on a sunny day. And I don’t expect them back next year.