Stamps, labels and a sticky tongue. These were the ingredients for my annual family Christmas card caper. I suppose the word caper implied an adventure or an escapade, but alas the most exciting bit about it was going to the post office when it was really cold. Okay, not really cold. Nippy. It was nippy out. And rolling down the window in the car so we could slip the envelopes into the drop box was living right on the edge of insanity. Insanity – well, perhaps not so much but a little crazy. Oh, alright. Not frigid temperatures, not risky, not insane. Does it count if I can still taste the glue from the envelopes?
Which brings me to share with you my next blast from the past. How’s that for a segue? Last year I showed a few Piece Parade Christmas Cards here on bearbits. And this year a few posts back, I shared my teddy bear Christmas card from 2005. Now I would like to share the photo and inside of one I mailed out in 2006. I loved these colors and this bear remains one of my favorites. (I know, I say that about nearly every one!)
This was called “A Christmas Tale”.
I was sitting alone by the light of our Christmas tree one evening not too long ago, when I saw one of my new teddies walk into the room. He looked around a bit and then sat himself down facing the tree. Soon another little bear joined him. One by one they came, sitting down beside the one before. It wasn’t long before the tree was ringed with little bears sitting quietly in a circle. Curiosity got the better of me and I slowly got up from my chair. I tapped the first bear ever so slightly on the shoulder and whispered, “What exactly is it you all are doing?” The little bear replied, “We are doing what we do every year at this time.” This was quite curious to me because all of these bears were new and none had celebrated Christmas before. So I tapped him again and asked, “And what exactly is it that ‘we’ do every year at this time?” The little bear looked at me sort of incredulously and said, “We are listening for the Christmas story, of course.” I sat back, waited, and watched. The one little bear began, “And it came to pass in those days . . .”
May the magic and love of Christmas be with you always.