I don't think I've done Christmas cards since my Mom passed in 2003. Wait, I think a few years here and there, but not the last couple of years. My dearest best friend, whom I adore, sends an annual Christmas letter every year. "Dear Friends, I've been nominated Queen of the World, my husband is the King, and our daughters are the Princesses. We've traveled 8,000 miles 1st Class, wallowed in champagne and sunned ourselves. We rule!"
As you can imagine, I'm somewhat discouraged. I can't imagine what I could write. "Dear Friends, life continues to blow and we're still struggling."
WTF?