Celebrating Christmas Through A Card
It’s almost Christmas and I’m still here sitting at my desk, busy working — taking numerous calls and answering various concerns of people I don’t personally know, distracting myself from the fact that I’m not with my family.
I’m keeping my big smile and playing it nice, trying my best not to feel lonely, not to think too much about the festivities happening outside of these four walls.
It’s hard not to think about my family, how happy they must be celebrating the season at home while I’m here, away from them. It hurts to think that I can’t be home during this special time, but knowing I’m doing all these for them, gives me immeasurable joy. That’s why I always do my best to still let my family feel my presence even when I’m not at home.
A few weeks before Christmas, I already prepared my cards. I wrote my heart out, gave it a touch of creativity and craftsmanship. I made sure every card was unique and tastefully done. Before I went to work today, I secretly slipped my handwritten cards under our Christmas tree.
I want my family to feel my love and appreciation by giving them something they can keep forever, something that can’t be deleted, something they can look back to over and over again, and be reminded of my precious love for them – and that’s through my special, handwritten cards. It is intentional, personal and extra thoughtful. Nothing can ever replace the feeling of giving and receiving good old Christmas cards.
The work and sacrifices we go through in order to give our family the best life possible make us miss out on big celebrations, especially the most out on big celebrations, especially the most important ones like Christmas.
That’s why we need to do whatever it takes to let our presence be felt, to make them feel our efforts, and make them feel that we want to be part of the festivities, part of the memories – somehow.
Because at the end of the day, they won’t remember that I was at work on Christmas day taking calls from strangers. Instead, they will remember that I made an effort, I made them something personal, something they can treasure for the rest of their lives — and that’s what matters.