Procrastinate, as I am wont to do. (That sounds vaguely like something Yoda would say.)
Last night, I finally went shopping for crafting supplies in order to put together the First Annual Lance+Jeff Super-One-Of-A-Kind Christmas Cards!!
I’m not warm and fuzzy with crafting–like baking, quality crafts require a level of precision and patience that I just don’t have. Still, it was important to me to send out something that was handmade and unique. So, I hunkered down and started piecing them together, a jumble of construction paper, glue and paint.
It’s not like I love Christmas cards. I like the tradition, but the gesture is lost on our generation, who would prefer to send out snarky Someecards instead of a card they spend some time picking out. I’ve never gotten really into Christmas cards because their exchange is so inconsistent–people who sent you a card last year will forget for three nonconsecutive years, or your bestest pals from high school don’t even make that small, annual gesture at keeping in touch. Vinyl’s coming back–why not Christmas cards?
I want to love Christmas cards. And while I was nursing a Wawa fountain soda into the wee hours of the morning last night, my supplies strewn across our coffee table and National Lampoon’s Christmas Vacation playing on loop in the background, I felt that little pinch of cheer, the Christmas spirit finally starting to gestate (what a NASTY word, like “moist” or “nubbin”) inside me.
Christmastime is here.