The Postmaster General Loves Me

I just got done with my Christmas cards. All 164 of them. Yes, that's right. I said 164. That's over $60 worth of postage. And I haven't even mailed my packages yet. I'm doing my part to keep the US Post Office up and running.

The sad part? That list is the pared-down version. I could have, perhaps should have, sent more. But I decided to cut out a few dozen recipients last year--mainly distant relatives and people I haven't heard from in a loooong time. (Actually, maybe that's the nice part...I'm really blessed to have at least 164 friends/families that I care about enough that I want to send them a Christmas card. And for at least a handful of them, the feeling is returned. It's enough to make a girl want to sing carols and set out cookies for Santa!)

The really sad part? I only had snail mail addresses for 4 of the people on my Blogroll. Which means that most of my loving blogmunity will not be receiving one of the 164 Christmas cards. I would have gladly toiled over a few more cards if I'd had a way to get them to you, my darlings. But since that was not to be, please accept this as a feeble replacement:

Merry Christmas, my lovely bloggers!

From now on, I hope you'll think of me every time you see a creepy elf, gnome, or pixie. But not when you see a troll. That would be insulting.

Prayers for a Precious Boy

As I write this, my friends' son is in surgery. Cainan is only 2 1/2 years old, but sadly he is no stranger to hospitals and operations. Joe and Heather and little brother, Asher, would really appreciate it if you would pray for a successful surgery and a quick and easy recovery for Cainan. So would I. So thank you in advance. (And I'm sure no one would mind if Cainan got a permanent spot on your prayer list.)

P.S. You can learn more about this sweet boy and his loving family by clicking the last link under my Sites of Interest list.