Dear family and friends,
Next week you’ll probably be getting a Christmas card from me. It’s from Jonathan too, of course. He helped me stuff about half our envelopes last night after I had a meltdown in our living room.
I really hate to admit having a meltdown over Christmas cards. It makes me feel very adult in the worst way possible. As a kid, I remember watching my mom and dad stuff Christmas cards. My poor mom always had five million things to accomplish during December, but she insisted on sending the nicest cards. They had adorable bows and said clever things. Everyone looked forward to receiving a Sebek Christmas card, usually because it meant seeing an embarrassing picture of us children in Home Alone scream poses, grinch costumes, or a family dog pile picture that belongs now on AwkwardFamilyPhotos.com. While these cards were always silly, they were still classy. It’s a tough balance to obtain but my mom did it perfectly. Every. Single. Year.
I swore I’d never follow in her footsteps, and yet here I am having panic attacks over envelopes, cards, labels and stamps. Because also like my mother, I married a man who knows how to save a buck or two. And every single year we have this tiny little argument around how much I’m going to spend on cards. The discussion usually starts in October, followed by hours spent researching prices, followed by a very sneak credit card transaction, followed by statements like this, “Can’t you just send an online card?” or “Can’t you just get them at Costco?”
There is absolutely nothing wrong with a Costco greeting card. Nothing. It’s just that I want them to be completely original and totally memorable and absolutely perfect.
This year I bought cards on Etsy and they are fine. I don’t love them but I like them okay. The problem is I bought the wrong clear address labels, and after putting all of them on I realized they appear white against the red envelopes. A man will not notice this small detail but I’ve convinced myself every woman who receives my card will judge me for making such an error. I then spent an hour last night cutting up change-of-address cards to insert. When I went to stuff the cards, I realized the red paper and red envelope didn’t match (HORROR!) sending me into the above mentioned meltdown, of which I’m now truly embarrassed and sorry my husband had to witness such a moment.
So, family and friends…my cards are not perfect this year. And let’s be honest, you probably won’t notice. It’s me who cares- and I shouldn’t because December isn’t about trying to appear perfect and original and memorable. December is about reminding people you love them dearly. It’s reminding each other that Christ came as a baby to change our lives for the better; to forgive us for the ugly tantrums and to free us from the need to attempt perfection. I know this but I forget sometimes.
P.S. The change-of-address inserts got cut from the card. They were too ugly. The new plan is that I’ll email you our address. 🙂