I am a big fan of Christmas cards. I enjoy making and sending them, I enjoy writing newsy notes on the insides and enclosing the odd photo. A card from me is never a random selection - but a deliberate decision.
I love that I can dash to the mail box each morning and there will be a handful of cards. I so look forward to hearing everyone's news, admiring the pictures - hand-made and bought and then choosing just the right spot to display the card.
This year I have received two cards that told of sadness and breakdown in long term relationship, and one about terminal illness. My joy-o-meter was really flagging.
Today's mail, however, bought the stunning card made by the ever so talented Sulea . Those birdies are hand drawn and collaged. I also received a card from my beautiful 86 year old Nana, who lives in England. She enclosed the document below - the telegram my Dad sent about four hours after I was born. I love chatting on the phone to Nana, but her cards are so precious - and each time she will enclose an old photo or hankie, something she knows I will treasure. She also always takes time to tell of her love for me. Thank you for my Nana. My only surviving grandparent.