Bear with me with me on this little blog post.
I miss getting Christmas Cards. Oh, I get plenty on social media, you know, the generic ones with snow and a dancing snowman. What I miss is real, paper, delivered by the postman, Christmas Cards. I miss birthday cards, letters and stuff in the mail other than bills and ‘junk’ mail. I miss Carolers coming to the house and singing. I miss singing traditional songs at Christmas. In fact, here lately I cringe at some of the Christmas songs I hear on the radio.
I miss the celebration, the deliberation and the honesty behind all of the things now deemed old-fashioned or out-dated. Perhaps I’m out-dated, don’t care, I am am who I am. I admit I have fallen into the techno mentality myself, I’m working on a computer as I write this right now. But what really hit me was when I sent a text to my husband, who was downstairs, last night as I was upstairs in my office. REALLY???? NO! At that moment I wanted to throw my cell phone out the window. Honestly, I almost cried. Why? Because I consider myself very blessed to have a very close, honest and loving relationship with my husband, and the last thing I want is to put technology between us.
I woke up early this morning, with a lot on my heart and mind. I spent extra time in prayer over a morning cup of coffee and I am almost finished with my Christmas Cards. I sat this morning putting in a letter in each one to be sent to family and friends who I rarely hear from anymore, but still, it’s a Christmas Card and it will be delivered through the postal service and I hope it brings a smile.
Take the time to sit down and play a game WITH a person AT a table and enjoy each other’s company. Take the time to write a letter and send a smile to someone. Most of all, unplug.
Until Next Time,
Mrs. Kay L. Rice