Last year was the first year in many that I wasn't able to make homemade Christmas cards. I was working far too many hours and just didn't have the time or the energy. So I bought some charity cards at a church near where I worked, figuring at least some good would come out of my disappointment at not making them myself.
This year, it seems I not only have enough time to make the cards, but to do photo-documentation of it as well! I'm glad to be making them. I never do anything terribly complicated, but the hours spent always add up, and throughout each minute my mind wanders to memories of Christmases past and the people I'm making them for. It's become one of my favorite parts of Christmas, a way to actively shut out the thoughtless commercialism and tack that inevitably surrounds us at this time of year. I have to admit, making them always seems like a daunting task beforehand, (as my Mom can attest because she's suffered through me running around like a headless chicken in the December frenzy of trying to come up with a new idea at the 11th hour). But I'm never sorry when I'm in the process -- and I look forward to the writing of the cards, when all the work is done. It is then that I can sit with a few candles, some Christmas music playing and a glass of wine, and really feel the meaning of Christmas. My own personal meaning of Christmas, that no one else need understand.
Now, back to work! Time is running out! :)
This year, it seems I not only have enough time to make the cards, but to do photo-documentation of it as well! I'm glad to be making them. I never do anything terribly complicated, but the hours spent always add up, and throughout each minute my mind wanders to memories of Christmases past and the people I'm making them for. It's become one of my favorite parts of Christmas, a way to actively shut out the thoughtless commercialism and tack that inevitably surrounds us at this time of year. I have to admit, making them always seems like a daunting task beforehand, (as my Mom can attest because she's suffered through me running around like a headless chicken in the December frenzy of trying to come up with a new idea at the 11th hour). But I'm never sorry when I'm in the process -- and I look forward to the writing of the cards, when all the work is done. It is then that I can sit with a few candles, some Christmas music playing and a glass of wine, and really feel the meaning of Christmas. My own personal meaning of Christmas, that no one else need understand.
Now, back to work! Time is running out! :)
wow, those are fun to work out visually....very shiny. i like.
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