I would like to think of myself as the queen of Christmas.
I love decorating (my main Christmas tree has a theme and we have a tree in our bedroom).
I love holiday baking.
I love buying gifts, and mostly I love wrapping them (I need to get into a groove and once I do, I'm a machine!).
I love listening to Christmas carols.
And until this year, I loved sending out Christmas cards.
Our first Christmas as a married couple we sent out a wedding picture as our card. The second year we sent out very beautiful Uni.cef cards. The third year... And the fourth year...
We're on year six.
Year six of sending out very beautiful cards.
Cards that I wish were cute pictures of our equally cute kids with "Merry Christmas from the JellyBellies" written on the bottom.
I am so afraid that I'm going to be here staring down our seventh Christmas sending out the same boring cards.
Even the Ho.w I M.et Yo.ur Mo.ther marathon is only lessening the blow just a tiny bit. Perhaps I may need to crack open a bottle of wine....
IF you suck big, fat donkey balls.