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Christmas Cards

Christmas Cards

‘Tis the season – to stress out over holiday cards!

Every year I am presented with a myriad of overwhelming choices of how to properly represent my family to people I only communicate with once a year, while maintaining the proper decorum (non-show-off-edness) to people that we see on the regular. I adore my family and am so proud of all of their accomplishments and who they are becoming. Thus the challenge! We want to put our best foot forward without crossing the line into bragging territory, while being inundated with ALL of the options out there for holiday cards!! It’s a lot! As I sit down to take stock of the year, and begin wading through the plethora of choices, I can quickly become overwhelmed.

As I’ve mentioned before, as an aspiring photographer, the pressure to have the ideal photographs of my cherubs presented to the world is REAL! And how best to rep those pics that I labored over? Multi-photo layout or single? Color photos or a more artsy approach in black & white? Soft focus? Foil card? Foil envelope? Family letter? Photo captions? Sentimental? Silly? ALL OF THE ABOVE?!?! Good news, there are only approximately 4 gazillion options to choose from!!! (Oh, and also don’t forget that simultaneously your kids schools have scheduled roughly 2/3 of their yearly activities for this month and you have family gatherings and gifts to organize and traditions to uphold!) “Smile!

<sigh>

What I would like to propose is a different approach. Fewer choices, more realistic. (More sarcastic!)

Ladies and gents, I give you – “Cards For Reals” – my fake but fantastic holiday card company idea!

10 choices. That’s it, just 10. You make your selection based on your stress level at time of purchase.

Level 1: These are the top tier. Professional photographs of perfectly dressed and smiling people. Probably in a meadow at sunset. The layout is perfect and festive yet understated, inspiring just the right amounts of awe and envy. I don’t really know why you’re buying these here when you clearly qualify to buy fancy cards from some other major conglomerate, but ok.

Level 2: Still a nice option, and brag-worthy. Cute layout and decorations. This offering is for amateur and/or candid family photographs and pleasantly written little blurbs about everyone. They say to people, we are proud yet humble.

Level 3: At this level, something must begin to be a little … off. Still cute and festive and attempting holiday cheer. Maybe the picture is slightly out of focus, or someone is not smiling/looking at the camera? But hey, it’s the only photo you have of the whole group together that year.

Level 4: By now, someone in the picture(s) should be crying, or the dog should be mid-bark. And not in an ironic and funny way. A picture taken as the camera falls sideways off the tripod is acceptable. There will also only be one small space for writing text, leaving everyone to wonder just what the what is happening and yet understanding perfectly.

Level 5: At this level, you still care enough to send a “together” card, but you have abandoned the photo card idea. This is the old boxed card set. With a glittered snowman on the front. At least Frosty’s facing forward and smiling, you can tell yourself. People used to previous years attempts at higher levels may see this as quiet quitting, but it’s not. The real mess is coming up.

Level 6: You go back to the photo card idea, but have decided to let. people. know! Something in the picture must be on fire. Maybe it’s the turkey, or the tree, maybe it’s your nerves. You do not care. You sent a card. There.

Level 7: This can be any of the previous levels, but at this stage we take the extra step to crumple up the card in a fit of holiday rage and then smooth it back out. There will also be a circle stain ring on the corner of each card, your choice of either wine or coffee.

Level 8: At this level, the wheels have well and truly come off! The only option here is an unsigned generic card that has singed edges, much like your mood. You are beyond frazzled but still care enough to make some sort of attempt, thus level 8. The giving up stage is next.

Level 9: This is a stock photo of someone else’s slipper-clad feet propped up on the couch and holiday decorations in the background. But it has been ripped and taped back together. For a nominal fee it can also include the previous level’s stains, burns, crumples or pet chew marks. It says to people, ‘I have given up and do not care if you care.’ Others may wonder what had gone on with your family this year and how much everyone has grown and changed. Let them wonder. They are not at level 9 and that mess is NOT for amateurs! They are lucky you had the where-with-all to send them anything!

Level 10: The final echelon! This is simply a 3 x 5 index card stuffed sideways into a mangled envelope. It is crumpled. It is stained. Maybe it’s burned or torn. Is that a random staple? Who gives a flip?! Not you! There are no holly leaves or gingerbread decals. The only greeting is the word “whatever.” typed in lower-case comic sans. (That’s right!) This level comes with a coupon for a spa day and a free therapy session.

Dear reader, whatever level you find yourself at during this season of whichever holiday(s) you choose to celebrate, my wish is truly that you have peace and joy and laughter and hope. Because right now we all need those so very desperately!

Picture perfect

December is upon us, and this weekend, as I added to my never-ending to-do list, I came upon a very well-intentioned advent photo contest. Not a contest really, but a project; to take a photo each day representing a different word or phrase. The purpose is to bring you more acutely in tune with the spirit of the season. I loved the idea of it, and the photographer in me thought, “I can totally do this!” 007_07

But today, as I sat down to go through my back catalog of pictures, I became dismayed. The photographer (and perfectionist) that I am was less than impressed with some of my previous attempts.

“Where are the great photos?!” I wondered. I should have some…somewhere. I don’t have that perfectly angled shot of Christmas lights, aglow with the candles in the background. Or even a funny one of the dog sporting fuzzy reindeer antlers and a put-upon expression! Nope. Most of mine are of blurry, slightly out-of-focus kids, furiously unwrapping presents. Or of groups of family members mid-conversation with a folding chair in the background instead of a cozy hearth. “Why haven’t I taken any better pictures? What was I doing?” I mentally berated myself.

It was when I stumbled across a picture of my older children, taken a few years ago, while they were very small, that I realized why I didn’t have that perfect picture and why it didn’t matter. In this series of photos, I was trying to (again) get that Hallmark worthy Christmas card shot. I remember kneeling on the floor, frantically waving my hands, saying, “Look over here!! Look at Mommy! Look at me!” and making an embarrassing cacophony of noises to keep their attention and catch their eyes. It didn’t work. The photos were mediocre at best and at the time I was disappointed. But that’s not what I saw today. Today I saw the looks in their eyes, mesmerized by a shiny ornament and excited about eating the candy canes when we were done. I saw their sweet little faces, all cute and round and small. They don’t look like that anymore. They’re still kids, but they’re growing up. 006_06

All I see now are the precious moments frozen in time. Smiling faces, having a good time and surrounded by family and love and comfort. They’re not perfect, but they’re real. And I think I’ll take real over perfect everyday of the week and twice on Sundays.

I may still take part in the photography project. It’s a good idea. But my personal project is to be present, everyday this advent season. To step back, breathe, smile and take it all in. I will try to remember to enjoy the cookie baking, tree decorating, and even gift wrapping, rather than stressing out over making it perfect or capturing it on film.  To see instead through the lens of time, these moments that won’t come again.