Everyone loves getting mail. For some reason, us humans love it when letters and cards come to our little mailbox. Letters from familly, cards from long, lost friends. Mail is the last form of communication which we really treasure alot, and the last form to show someone we really care.
This winter, being foolishly ambitious, I decided to send christmas cards out, to my good friends from camp, and other friends that I usually don't see over the course of the year. And there I was for four weekends slaving away, writing witty letters, running to the post office, collecting addresses.
It was a long journey, but I finally finished the week before christmas, and that was the magical weeks that cards started pouring into our house.
It is a nice thought to send out cards, but you feel even better when someone has taken the time to send you a nice card, or to write something funny/an inside joke/or just a signature.
But what really warmed my heart, was a homemade card I recieved from a friend in Texas. She obviously put some time into it, with homemade origami on the front, and a long note in red crayon inside.
These gestures are what the holidays really are about. Not presents or material goods, but an homemade card with origami, is what made my christmas.
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