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Another Year, and NOT Another Card.

  • cynthiafoustvenner
  • Dec 17, 2020
  • 1 min read

I remember after my son was born, my Dad and I did a complete photo shoot of my son dressed up like Santa. I happily addressed a bazillion cards and included the photo. Merry Merry!


3 kids later and I think I have sent out a total of 5 Christmas cards in 11 years.


Growing up my parents ALWAYS sent out Christmas cards. They would of course include a photo of yours truly, accompanied by a lengthy witty letter written by my Dad recalling the events of the year.


There is something about social media which has made me so lazy.


Wanna see my kids? Be my friend on FB.


Want to hear my legendary wit? Read my damn blog.


Consider this your card.


Merry Christmas people.


Xoxo,

C.

 
 
 

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