Late last night the wife and I were kicking around after dinner talking about the laundry list of things that we love about life. In particular all the things that we love to do. You know. Activities. What feeds our pastime? And what we have passion for?
Our lists were seemingly similar in length and content.
- Her Activities
- Tarot cards
- Oracle cards
- Road trips
- Visiting family
- Local market shopping
- His Activities
- Disc golf
- Road trips
- Visiting family
- Antique shopping
- Wine tour tastings
Then this evening as I returned home after a long day at work I set my mustard brown Dakine backpack on the counter and spotted what looked like a Christmas card envelope.
It was addressed to Mr & Mrs JacksonCrabb.
Picking up the letter, I stared at the postage stamp and began to laugh as I hung up my keys on the key board peg. The postage stamp said “Christmas Island Australia” and it has a graphic of a Christmas Island frigatebird, three crabs in Christmas hats, a turtle, and several presents sitting along a rocky edged shoreline. Turning it over, I read the names of friends whom live in Western Australia.
The joy this one object brought to me in that moment made me realize something…
I LOVE receiving Christmas cards in the mail, and it does not matter what time of year the card arrives. It could be early December, or late March, or even July. As long as it gets here.
Inside the one we received tonight was a couple of stories about how things have been going down under. How fast our friends kids are growing up and how the price of gold and iron ore have been increasing drastically over the last 24-months. Along with this they talked about family life and that one of their boys is working on being a pro bike jumper with a dream of hitting big jumps in Whistler, BC Canada. This too, put a LARGE SMILE on my face.
I love having friends who reside all around the world. Friendships that I made over twenty-something years ago when we were all off on our own adventures in this great big yet often small world.
You see, the thing that matters most about receiving a Christmas card, is the time spent reciprocating that response. It is the time we put in every December with pens, pencils, markers, glue, glitter, and Christmas songs. Singing along to our favourite tunes, sitting at the kitchen table talking about the year we’ve had and penning a special note of Merry Christmas and Happy New Years inside each custom made card.
We send out around 50 handwritten Christmas cards a year. They get mailed out to friends and family alike whom reside all over the globe; Australia, Canada, Japan, New Zealand, South Korea, Thailand, Switzerland, United Kingdom and the United States of America.
I believe it to be the simplest of pleasures this activity of picking out a Christmas card, putting pen to paper, then stuffing it into an envelope and addressing it to a loved one. Wetting the stamp and placing it into the top corner. Then off to the post office for it to be whisked away on its journey.
Each 4×6 envelope travels sometimes only a handful of kilometres to friends in the same City or it might be one of those which has to circumnavigate the globe some 15,000 kilometres away.
No matter the distance traveled the thing which I am always most excited about is the Postage Stamp on the outside of the envelope. Of course, I am excited about the news inside the card, or the photograph of friends and their kids or pets, but its those bright colours of the season and the decorative drawing or artistic image adorning the top right corner of the envelope.
Its seeing the processing stamp of the local post office, the date to which it was stamped down and the realization about just how long or short the overall journey took for this envelope to arrive from another starting point out there in the world.
Sure the internet is fun, writing in a blog and sharing about life experiences, but there is something so pure and simple, yet extraordinary and complex about the Postal System and receiving those kind handwritten words each year that will always keep us close. Today, tomorrow and in the future, too, eh!