On a whim, I wrote a Christmas letter last night . I don't usually like the holiday-one-letter-fits-all. Some I've received over the years have down right pissed me off. But I fell under the spell of wanting to connect with the people I don't see at all, or at best, once, since the previous Christmas. A plain card, even signed with dearly meant love, is still just a greeting like you'd give the grocery clerk and I want to let these friends and family know that my everyday life with daughters, pets, and ex-husband is still lively and full of moments of happy events. Thus, the letter.
It was a lot of work. First some hand written ideas, then into Word to compose, then 1st draft printed, revised, 2nd draft printed, revised, and so on. So I get the draft I like with clipart and font of choice, on one page that fits. So I print a few up. They look pretty good, sound alright, but then I find out from my daughter Sharon that I've got my other daughter Wendy's colt, misnamed. So, does it matter? Well to Wendy and the colt himself it does. Sharon says, "Just right it in on her copy, Mum." I guess that's what I'll do. So, anyone reading this who gets the letter should know that the colt's name is not Cody, but Comanche.
"May the real spirit of Christmas - the giving of self to life - enter and abide in you now and through time." - Dr. Ernest Holmes
1 comment:
Very good, only one thing I saw that you could improve; correct the spelling of "spirit" instead of "spiret". Just thought you'd like to know.
Love Sharon
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