An open Christmas card
Writing Christmas cards is a personal tradition I’m attempting to forge.
It started off with such promise at primary school where, covered in green and red glitter, clothing blotched with PVA glue, we would proudly take self-made cards home to our parents.
It died off somewhere between then and the point where we began to SMS our buddies “Merry Xmas!” on our indestructable Nokia 2280s.
It took the Dutch December of my first Christmas outside of NZ for me to begin writing them again. It’s really quite a refreshing experience in a society where you can message someone at the touch of a button.
Who matters most to you? You find out fairly quickly when you have to go to the effort of writing a proper Christmas card.
However, this year’s effort was a little different than my epic card sessions of last year. I was flat-out busy working, breathing in the festive atmosphere of German Weihnachten (Christmas) and preparing to leave to Switzerland for Christmas. My far-off family are sadly the only ones receiving cards this year.
Thus, this is an open Christmas card.
It’s addressed to all those fine people I’ve had the pleasure to meet this year, and the last, to those friends back home whose lives I now know less and less about and to anyone else who happens to stumble across it.
I can’t imagine the luck of having a crazier year. I hope yours was the same and all the best for the next one.
Cheers from the Swiss mountain village of Mürren!