Do you hear bells? I almost hear bells around here. Today is the day I've been waiting for since Thanksgiving. As I came in through the frigid air to check the mail, the first of (hopefully) many holiday cards was waiting for me.
For the next few weeks, I am GUARANTEED the sweet, sweet nectar of correspondence. Forget sweet baby Jesus or the Festival of Lights, this season is about getting mail - real mail - like they used to send in the old days: something that takes a little time to get to you, is worn for the better, and arrives with happy greetings.