Christmas Letters

I love Christmas letters. At least, I love the one that has come from the same family every year for as long as I can remember. I think it may be the only one that we have gotten. Though my parents know them, I only know the family members through their letters, but I look forward to it every year.

This year's letter contained an announcement that the oldest son of the gentleman writing the letter was doing a "superlative job" at working for his dad. It really doesn't matter what job the guy was doing. What matters is that this son's dad has a job like my dad and his dad had just called him "superlative." This terminology quickly prompted the desire for such to be used in reference to me and my siblings. A short discussion ensued which determined that a Christmas letter for our family should be written tonight and I should write it (especially if I wanted any such praises as "superlative" to go in it.)

Most of it is now written, though not approved, as my parents are a sleep in their respective recliner or couch. Armed with my computer, a list of 2011 highlights for each family member, and a large mug of hot tea with honey, I began my trek into the unknown of the Christmas letter world. I typed in the twinkle of the tree lights as I listened to the fire crepitate (first chance to use dictionary.com's word of the day from a month ago) in the wood stove. That last sentence almost makes it sound sort of romantic like the kind of night only story book characters have which is really cool because it kind of is like that except for the parents asleep part. I made it through and actually had a few laughs prior in coming up with that list.

I don't know if the letter will pass approval or if it will be sent out after that as we are terrible about such things, but somehow I feel accomplished at something. Whether my daddy thinks so or not, I feel superlative. Maybe I am superlative at being me. I don't know if this is part of the whole acceptance thing, which I will explain later, but I feel very accepted.

So write a Christmas letter. You can send it to me if you want. Drink some hot tea while you write it. Bask in the love of Jesus if you do nothing else.