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Those Annoying Christmas Letters: A Rant

It’s the advent of Christmas Card Season, when things other than bills grace my mailbox. Whenever I get a Christmas card, I go through the Kubler-Ross stages of emotions, from denial (It’s not Christmas again, is it?), to guilt (I really should send Christmas cards), to bargaining (If you’re going to send me a card, shouldn’t you write more than just your name?), to depression (It’s a photocopied letter, sent by an acquaintance in her thirties).

Christmas letters might be fine for those who are retired: my mom writes a decent one (this year’s missive includes her experience driving through a tornado, told in a detached voice).

When we middle-aged folk write Christmas letters, though, they tend to fall into three categories:

The Bragster Version: From sports skills and grades, to the age kids walked at and their height, the Bragster Christmas Letter offers a report card of success. We readers get to compare how inadequate our own kids are. It’s hard for me to use my kids as an example for this, since they’re poster-children for average. They can’t read, they can’t tie their own shoe laces, and they can’t do cartwheels. But here goes:

The Great Bragster Race

The Pretend-It’s-Your-Kid-Writing-The-Letter Version: This version, told from the point of view of children who can barely utter two-word sentences, is at its worst when kids are newborns. Who knows what they’re thinking? So let’s put words in their mouths.

Put-words-in-your-kid's-mouth version

The Cutesy-Font Version: I’d like to start a movement to ban cutesy fonts. Nothing says I’m-still-nine-years-old like a pink curlicue font with hearts floating about the letter “i”.  Throw in Santa stationery and I’m hurling the leftover Kraft Dinner I ate for breakfast.

The Gag-Me-with-a-Spoon Version

This year, though, I’m proud to say I’ve reached Kubler-Ross’s final stage of grief: acceptance. I’m going to summarize 2009 in a Twitter-inspired Christmas card letter. Feel free to post your own 140-characters-or-less version in the comment section. Without further ado, my year in review:

Ballrm dancing lessons w/ hubby sucked. Parents sold farm. Vivi/Will started KG, separate classes. New blog. Still teaching. Happy Holidays.

Filed Under: It's a Rant Tagged With: Backyardigans, holidays, twins

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  1. pilar says

    December 1, 2009 at 1:27 am

    Honeymoon in Argentina. Wishing we could do “The Wedding” again. Still skating & broke an arm while doing so. Hoping my creativity will return in 2010. Happy Holidays.

    PS. L, i thought you said ballroom dancing was fun?

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  2. ironicmom says

    December 1, 2009 at 7:26 am

    Love your summary. Pretty positive, actually. I wish you could do your wedding again, too. Would love to go back to VA.

    Regarding ballroom dancing, we both thought it was fun for the first two weeks. Then we each put up with it for about four more weeks, suffering in silence (kind of like we did with the middle part of the movie, Titanic, when we each thought the other liked it). Would have rather just gone dancing – without the steps. I like to lead.

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  3. kootnygirl says

    December 4, 2009 at 10:13 am

    Just wandered over from Canada Mom’s Blog.

    I think I’m going to like you 🙂

    I was considering sending a form letter this year, but maybe I’ll go back to my old standard of scrawling a generic “Happy holidays from the whole family” on my purchased-last-year-at-70%-off cards.

    Or, maybe I’ll skip it altogether (and still buy more 70%-off cards in January, because I do stupid stuff like that.)

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    • ironicmom says

      December 4, 2009 at 5:34 pm

      Thanks, Kootnygirl. Love the 70% off cards. I have a drawer full of them, so we must be kindred spirits. Good ‘on ya, as the Aussies say, for even thinking of sending cards out. That’s gotta be worth some good karma. Happy Weekend!

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  4. Emily says

    December 14, 2009 at 12:33 pm

    Still married. Still have four kids. Still working. Still playing the lottery hoping that eventually I won’t have to. Merry Christmas

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    • ironicmom says

      December 14, 2009 at 8:02 pm

      Laughed out loud at this, Emily. I think I need to start buying lottery tickets. Perhaps that’ s a NY’s Resolution.

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  5. Laura says

    December 22, 2019 at 10:20 am

    Every year a friend tells me how wonderful she is and her stupid husband who tries to impress everyone by showing their European Vacation and their trips around the US.
    Having a disability makes me feel bad because I can’t do that stuff and even if I could it only shows me how pretentious these people are and well I threw the letter away. I already know what iOS going on so please stop .
    Just stop.

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