Ho Ho Hold My Beard

Last Christmas (I gave you my heart), I gifted Jamie a pair of pajamas (pa-Jamies), tastefully decorated with Santa-hatted zoo animals, and naturally, I got a pair for myself as well. So this year, logic says we ought to send all of our friends and family Christmas cards with a picture of the happy couple (us) in our seasonally appropriate coordinating outfits. 

Jamie, however, turns out to be a bit of a Scrooge (not a Grinch, since he’s British) in the hipster way of being against the Christmas Card Industry and the Commercialization of the Holidays in General (he also wants me to mention how incredibly creepy it is to mail people pictures of our faces, but I wholeheartedly disagree–know that if any of you decide to send a photo of yourself in this direction, it will be enthusiastically received and proudly displayed on the fridge, probably until the end of time). In his defense, it’s not that he doesn’t care about you all. He just doesn’t want Hallmark to tell him how to care about you all whilst raking in a profit over the millions of generic Christmas cards purchased, which in all likelihood will be trashed by the end of January. 

I sympathize with his position, but I love you people and I will not be discouraged so easily, so I proposed bypassing all the hullabaloo by sending a virtual holiday greeting, in which we would tell you all how much we miss you and wish we could celebrate together. We could even do something cute like, I don’t know, sing a song or something. Very festive. 

This was back in August, and Jamie reluctantly agreed, thinking surely I would forget by the time winter came around. 

But I did not forget. 

Happy Holidays, my dearest friends. Stay safe and healthy wherever you are. I wait (not so) patiently for the days we can adventure together again. 

Love, 

Cynthia (and Jamie)