Seems with the post office strike there will be a lack of sending and receiving Christmas cards and letters. It was a waning tradition at this point anyway.
So today when I received a Christmas “letter” from a friend via email it was a little different. No stamp to look at or try to see the postmark to calculate the number of days in transit; nothing of colour just a return to black and white. Then the message, and it was a joy to read it.
One forgets that the written word holds meaning and imagination, that the stories that are crafted create such wonderful memories and meanings. Not limited to 254 or 500 characters the words wove what 2024 was like and what 2025 might look like. It spoke of those things you knew about and gave you something to ponder about that you hadn’t heard of. Above all when you finished reading you knew this holiday season had begun and all that would happen is as exciting as the first one your remember.
Whatever the term you use, whatever you celebrate at the end of this month, may those family and friends be as close and as memorable as they always have been.
Tinfoiling 