post-it!

The last time I came anywhere close to using the term "post-it" was to stick little pink reminders all around my monitor and on my notebook.  I have always admired those friends who tirelessly do the Christmas card activity on time and with such aplomb.  I haven't sent Christmas greetings by snail mail since the advent of the email age.  This year the boys each came home with 8 cards that had been professionally printed using their artwork for a school fundraiser.  We naturally felt obliged to purchase the packs and believe it or not, we actually got a few in the mail.

Adam very proudly wrote in the cards to his grandparents and Russell lovingly wrote to a friend and his SACS teacher.  Mom pulled up the rear and filled out a few as well.

Don't hold your breath or check your mailbox just yet.  We were limited by our packs and, of course, quite challenged to find out the street or box address of the recipients.  Whether by Australian Post or over the ether, the message of holiday cheer is the same.  We love and miss everyone who can't share Christmas with us this year.

But the whole activity of walking to the big red box and dropping the cards in with a wish gave us each an unexpected thrill.