Santa's elf...or maybe this is Santa...I'm not sure.
Gosh, it felt so good to be a Santa-elf last night!
I was beaming like Rudolph’s red nose.
It felt like–unexpectedly–the delight of Christmas re-ignited.
It gets so tiring, sometimes, doing everything the traditional holiday way, the expected way.
But to light up the Christmas path with something unexpected–something different–feels energizing and delightful.
A tale of two lighted Christmas trees
Thanks to all 21 of you who have sent your snail mail addresses. Read yesterday’s blog if you’re confused and scratching your head. (My daughter and I have a bet. I say 24 of you will request Christmas cards from this blogger. She thinks 35. If it’s more than 50, some of you may get New Year’s greetings.)
I have to send out 1,300 other envelopes first, so please be patient.
Thirteen hundred envelopes? you gasp. Are you nuts? How many Christmas cards do you send out, anyway?
Relax, readers. The thirteen hundred envelopes are property tax love notes. That’s one of my part-time jobs. I send love-notes to township taxpayers twice a year. The delightful little reminders are sitting on the kitchen table now. The county actually prints and sorts and seals the bills. My job is to further sort, envelope and stamp the remainder, and then to bring them to Linda at the post office by next Wednesday.
Then people start sending their checks. A few even send Christmas cards–the loveys. I adore it when a taxpayer sends a Christmas card.
We're not in the Upper Peninsula any more, Toto.
This morning I tried to meditate for the usual half hour, but the Feelings were still too excited about being a Christmas elf and sending out cards to the blogging tribe. Finally gave up breathing by the woodstove and scurried upstairs to write another blog.
Ever since ditching Facebook two or three weeks ago–it has been that long, hasn’t it?–I have felt so much more dedicated to this blog. Wonder how long this blogging spree will last? Barry is predicting another blogging vacation in the near future. He’s wondering how long I can keep up almost-daily blogs.
“As long as I feel like it!” the Christmas elf says cheerfully.
I have not missed Facebook one iota. Not one status update. It has felt like a simplifying relief, an absolute sigh of delightful letting go. Why did I debate this for so long? Feel like it would somehow feel like missing out? It hasn’t at all.
And guess what? A certain nephew even texted me on Thanksgiving. Now that Aunt Kathy isn’t on Facebook, another form of communication sometimes happens.
(Of course, Aunt Kathy didn’t get her Thanksgiving text until yesterday, as we do not have cell phone service in this neck ‘o the woods and have to wait until we reach the “big city” of L’Anse. And Aunt Kathy didn’t recognize the number and texted in return–Happy Thanksgiving back. Which bro sent this message? And nephew quickly responded in high delight that it wasn’t a bro after all; it was HIM!)
He was my Thanksgiving elf.
So, ladies and gents, holiday lovers and frowners, I have a little surprise up my sleeve for tomorrow’s blog.
Our Christmas Tree. Circa 2008. Or earlier.
OK, here’s the scoop:
We’re having a guest blogger.
It’s been way too long since our last guest blogger.
(This guest blogger is kind of like a Christmas elf himself/herself. You may spend the rest of your day guessing, if you like.)
Please welcome him/her with open heart and typing fingers tomorrow. It can be nerve-wracking to be a guest blogger, so get yourself in the Christmas spirit and stop by to say, “Nice to meet you!”
I shall see you again when the taxes are done. Hopefully Tuesday or Wednesday.
**Ha ha, I fooled you, didn’t I? You thought I had 1,300 responses to yesterday’s blog request for snail mail addresses, didn’t you? Isn’t Santa’s elf funny?**
P.S. Thanks to daughter, Ki, for all the above photos. I raided her photo file on this computer. You know, for something unexpected. (She always says I can use her pictures.) Thanks for being a Christmas elf for me today, Ki!