{"id":74,"date":"2006-12-17T14:26:00","date_gmt":"2006-12-17T19:26:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/pegasuslibrarian.com\/droplets\/2006\/12\/tis-the-season-2.html"},"modified":"2010-03-22T13:33:41","modified_gmt":"2010-03-22T18:33:41","slug":"tis-the-season-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/pegasuslibrarian.com\/droplets\/2006\/12\/tis-the-season-2.html","title":{"rendered":"‘Tis the Season"},"content":{"rendered":"

Cards of all sizes, sent with colorful stamps and mass-produced greetings, tumble from my mail box, each one a silent reproach against me and the stack of un-signed, un-stamped, un-addressed, and (most importantly) un-sent cards sitting on my desk. Long letters from half-remembered friends point out in tiny and ornate fonts that I<\/span> have not had children (or grandchildren, or nieces, or nephews, or offspring of any kind), have not published a book, have not gone on a cruise, have not recently graduated from anything, have not started a not-for-profit organization or advocacy group (or a company of any kind). Nor have I recently adopted anything that would otherwise have gone homeless, or invented anything that will surely revolutionize … anything.<\/p>\n

I will not be writing a letter this year. I have never written a letter. There’s a fine line between writing resume cover letters and Christmas letters, and I’ve seen too few actual Christmas letters to be any judge of my own writing during this season.<\/p>\n

Truth be told, I’ll be lucky to send out a mailing of any kind this year, no matter how silently my stacked cards reproach me from the desk. And if I do, I will limit myself to an unimaginative, though legibly printed, “Merry Christmas, Love Iris.” I will concentrate on spelling names correctly and keeping names properly matched with addresses.<\/p>\n

Next month I will go back to opening my mail box with anticipation rather than dread.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Cards of all sizes, sent with colorful stamps and mass-produced greetings, tumble from my mail box, each one a silent reproach against me and the stack of un-signed, un-stamped, un-addressed, and (most importantly) un-sent cards sitting on my desk. Long letters from half-remembered friends point out in tiny and ornate fonts that I have not … Continue reading ‘Tis the Season<\/span> →<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[5],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-74","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-me-and-my-life"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/pegasuslibrarian.com\/droplets\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/74","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/pegasuslibrarian.com\/droplets\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/pegasuslibrarian.com\/droplets\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/pegasuslibrarian.com\/droplets\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/pegasuslibrarian.com\/droplets\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=74"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/pegasuslibrarian.com\/droplets\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/74\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":302,"href":"https:\/\/pegasuslibrarian.com\/droplets\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/74\/revisions\/302"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/pegasuslibrarian.com\/droplets\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=74"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/pegasuslibrarian.com\/droplets\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=74"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/pegasuslibrarian.com\/droplets\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=74"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}