I began sending my own Christmas cards when I was a teenager. I would walk in to the local drugstore and pour over their selection of Christmas cards until I selected what I deemed to be the perfect one.
My family would get a card in the mail every Christmas from my Dad’s son and daughter in law that would also contain a letter, sort of a ‘year in review’ kind of thing and I was completely fascinated with it. I thought it was the greatest thing I’d ever read. I remember vowing to do the exact same thing when I grew up:)
I began writing my own Christmas letter a
over twenty years ago. It is something that I look forward to every year. I still take the time to ( see agonize over) select the perfect card,
With a Santa on it.
I got this from Lisa, my sister in law.
He can’t be just any Santa.
He must look like the Santa I dreamed about as a little girl. In my head he speaks with an English accent.
Then I make a trip to the office supply store to pick out my letter paper.
I wait in line at the post office until it’s my turn and then smile at the postal clerk and ask if I can see all of the Christmas stamps in order to make my decision.
The cardinal has a special meaning for me and my family. I can’t see one and not instantly think of my Mama. She would have had a fit over this stamp! Her Christmas cards always had a cardinal on them 🙂
This year the good people at Shutterfly were kind enough to send me twenty custom, personalized Christmas cards as a gift!
I chose a flat finish and I love them!
I have one in a silver frame on the antique drum table in our living room.
I can’t stop looking at it.
The quality is amazing.
This year I would like to share my Christmas letter with you.
It has been a tough and tryumphant year for us and this letter is deeply personal.
I hope that it might encourage y’all to send a card to someone who needs it. Someone who would love a small surprise in their mailbox on a cold day.
December 5,2016Dear Family & Friends, Merry Christmas from the Davises! John and I hope this letter finds all of y’all warm and peaceful on this cold and rainy (thank you Jesus!) December night. We are both settled in in our feety pajamas, me at the computer and John Davis in front of Monday Night Football. We are both happy and healthy and so are both of our kitties. Still no dog in this house. Don’t mean I ain’t still on that campaign either. I’m wearing John down slowly, over time 😉 Life is funny sometimes. And by funny I mean hard. On December 18, 2015 My Dad had a stroke. And it was not a little one. In the Holiday traffic around the city I thought I would never get to the hospital. What I was really thinking was that I would never get there in time. He was taken by ambulance from Canton to Mission hospital and immediately in to surgery to relieve the pressure on his brain from the stroke. The days that followed were a blur of waiting rooms and bad coffee, of beeping ICU machines and big words I could not process. Slowly, soooooo painfully slowly things began to improve. He really worked his butt off from the very second he woke up. Exactly one week later, on Christmas Eve we moved him in to rehab at Carepartners where he worked his butt off for weeks until he was well and mobile enough to be transferred to a nursing facility in January. The months that followed were not fun. He did not want to be there and I didn’t want him out of my sight. We were both miserable. On the thirteenth of May I loaded him up in my Jeep and we never looked back. He has been home in Canton ever since and is absolutely amazing! We celebrated Christmas on Memorial Day and it was the best one I EVER had!In September John & I turned 50 years old. Lord, I did not ever think I’d see that in print! We celebrated this milestone with one hell of a party hosted by John’s Mom & sister Lisa and a good time (and probably a headache the next morning) was had by all in attendance. We cannot thank Lois & Lisa, as well as everyone who celebrated with us enough. We had a blast! We are hoping that that party is the absolute most excitement we will have all year. Except for maybe if our Falcons make the play offs. We may get that. I asked My Santa for it. Well, that & a puppy ! Much Love To Y’all! Paige & John