Holiday Letters & My Blog
I got a verbal kick in the ribs about a month ago from a family member because I haven’t sent a holiday letter in years. For about seven years, I was good about sending the proverbial holiday card with a long letter. I haven’t done that for a few years. With bruised ribs this year, I keep telling myself I’ll do it. I thought I would do it over Thanksgiving, then over that weekend we had two feet of snow (I read that book instead), and now maybe some night after work. I finally realized that my chief problem is not really having anything to say this year.
Yesterday while I was skiing so I wouldn’t have to write the letter, I thought about writing about all the activities I do during a typical month. “Oh! I could tell them about the blog group I’m in and all the interesting people I’ve met …” then I solemnly realized that I’d spend the entire letter explaining what a blog is to most of my family. And do I really want to let them know that I blog? Am I ready for that? Not that my personal confessions are contained herein, but there’s something about certain relatives reading my blog … maybe you know the feeling. (No, Mom, not you. You can keep reading.)
Of course, I could just give them the URL and say, “Your holiday letter is here,” then they could read about some of the things I’ve been doing since the end of April. And if they keep reading my blog through the next year, then I won’t have to write a long holiday letter and mail it to them because they’ll know what I’ve been doing.
(Why do I have a sneaking suspicion that my grandmother already has a blog?)
(Yeah, P (both of you), you’re family, but you can keep reading, too. Just don’t expect that letter anytime soon. One of you is off my list and I’m too busy blogging to write it anyway.)
