I love getting mail. Growing up, I even enjoyed getting the mail (as in, walk to the box, pick up the mail and trot it to the house).
Real mail seems to be in short supply these days. Getting an email is just not the same thing as getting a piece of physical mail. (Mind you, I totally accept that some communications are easier, and - possibly - better, by email.)
As it has become easier and cheaper to communicate in so many other ways, the letter seems to be going the way of the dinosaur. Heck, most of our bills are even delivered electronically!
However, in December my physical mail always increases a bit. I come home and enjoy opening new cards. We ooh and aah over the photos, laugh at the annual recaps and then line them up on our bookshelves. (I also enjoy the e-Christmas cards we have received. I just print them out and line them up too.)
I love getting Christmas cards so much that I cannot not send them myself. Not too long ago, we had some photos taken, decided on a card layout, placed our order and waited excitedly for them to arrive. Well. They are here.
I have a few more addresses to compile, but the cards are stuffed, licked, stamped and - mostly, at least - addressed. I'm hoping to send them out in tomorrow's mail. (Minus the few stragglers that I looked at and thought, "That isn't the correct address for her anymore!")
Soon our smiling faces will grace mailboxes around the world ... hopefully, creating some smiles in the process.
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