the closest i get to a christmas card










This year, I planned to make muffins for the neighbors and deliver them on beautiful plates with festive Christmas napkins. I was going to send hand-written Christmas cards—some of them to Brazil to people I miss there. I was going to—well, it doesn't matter now. Most of my neighbors jumped town as soon as finals got out. And I haven't bought cards, nor collected the mailing addresses where I would even send them if I had.

I wish I were on top of things.

I am. Some things. My finals are finished and grades are submitted. My house is semi-clean. Most of the gifts are wrapped. And I haven't crashed the car in any recent snow storm. We're doing ok.

Not just ok—we're happy. We've been married for over a year now; we have the cutest nephew; we write to a missionary brother in India; we love the new apartment we moved into; we're a year closer to graduation (only two more semesters); we both love our in-laws; we have good friends; and we can't wait to curl up with a few good books during the break.

I guess that's the closest I get to a Christmas card.
I'll bring you muffins next year.

4 comments:

Miss Ashley said...

I am going to hold out strong for some mufins Kathy.

Deja said...

Lovely card. I like it better than muffins. Muffins would be stale by the time they reached me anyway ...

Bryson & Tara said...

We have not done the Christmas card thing yet either. No worries. We missed you at the Caroling Party! By the way, congrats on the job, Christopher!

Nicholas James West said...

Darn straight you have a cute nephew.