Don’t think of my Christmas letter as NEWS, think of it as an outline—no maybe a summary. A synopsis…there’s an author word…of all you’ve heard if you hang around my Facebook page.
My Cowboy and I are….pretty much the same. He raised cows. I wrote books. I know, nobody’s shocked.
At this point in my Christmas letter I spend about one page of a two page letter talking about my children which I will spare you.
I try NOT to brag. But c’mon, my kids are spectacular, even couched in the most humble terms possible you KNOW I did a terrific job of raising these four young ladies. And yeah, maybe all they’ve accomplished is by their own hard work and intelligence, but you KNOW people would be blaming me if they were a bunch of criminals so I think I should claim the credit that they are all employed and have no permanent record. (Yes that includes records that could be expunged!)
My Cowboy and I did a little traveling this year but honestly I can’t imagine anyone wants to hear about it. Some Christmas letters are more of a geography lesson (and then we flew HERE and then we basked in the sun HERE and then we climbed a mountain HERE) than a true story about your year.
I mean sure you may have done all that traveling, but in this day and age, maybe you just GOOGLED
the top ten destination vacations and claimed them all.
Who can be sure in a situation like that where your news is just a bit too breathtaking to be believed.
I do travel some and I cannot tell you how often I have been saved from disaster in one way or another. I’m a Christian so I can claim my survival as a miracle but I do wish I’d ever be able to get from Point A to Point B and back without needing direct intervention from The Almighty.
I have a theory I’ve developed. This came about based on my own personal real life experience and the fact that though I am not a skilled and confident traveler I have always gotten on the correct plane and ended up at the place I was going. I call this:
Airports for Dummies
I think all the signs and people at airports make assumptions and treat people like they are scared three year olds who’ve become separated from their mommies.
This system is not deployed for everyone. So if you’ve walked through airports and never felt like you were being treated like a 3-yr-old it’s possibly because you haven’t needed help on a serious level.
The system kicks in only for people who are wandering with confused, nervous, wide-eyed looks on their faces as they desperately look from their ticket to the overhead signs and see that the numbers they thought were there have VANISHED.
I have a mental image of my face being used as “Exhibit A” in the training classes. Some teacher with a pointer, slaps the pointer on a picture of my face. “What do we do when a traveler has this expression?” >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
“We rush immediately to her side and ask if she’s lost.”
This has happened a few times and though it’s exhausting and humiliating, I’m glad I can help even if it is as a bad example to others. The job is probably similar to herding ducklings. I mean you have to be gentle with them or they will be crushed. And yet, they must be shooed along in the right direction, they cannot be allowed to waddle here and there while you hope for the best.
I think all the signs are designed to apply to my Airports for Dummies theory. And so far, so good! Keep up the good work!
This happens far less if My Cowboy is with me and he usually is because c’mon, what rational person is going to let me wander around on my own?
We got our calves sold right near the start of December, so we have almost two months before the new babies start coming. When that happens it’s always fun and My Cowboy and I ride out together to check for newborns—which I photograph and put on my Facebook page.
I love driving out to see the new babies. (Except on days that are bitter cold, snowy and windy. Then, mysteriously, it all becomes My Cowboy’s job)
My Cowboy and I will be married 39 years at the end of January. That is official A LONG TIME!
HAVE A JOYOUS CHRISTMAS AND A WONDERFUL AND BLESSED NEW YEAR!