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 Me
My Cowboy and Me

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

Me, my four daughters and my one and only granddaughter, until a second one was born about two months after this picture!
Me, my four daughters and my one and only granddaughter in the far right, lower corner. (until a second granddaughter was born about two months after this picture! The daughter on the far left is 7 months pregnant!)

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

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.

Mary Fear
Exhibit A

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!


HAPPY 2016!

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  1. Mary, you never fail to make me laugh. I must join you in the corner reserved for people who serve as excellent examples of how to be a bad example. It’s a tough job, but somebody’s gotta do it.

    Merry Christmas to you and yours! I know your holidays will be filled with love and laughter. 🙂

  2. Mary, people who write stories should be given a pass when navigating the “real” world. We have other things on our minds. I’m perfectly content to let my husband guide me through airports while my mind latches on to the man I just know is plotting to blow us all up. Then there’s the woman carrying a mysterious package, and wouldn’t that handsome man in uniform make a great hero? But you know how it goes…

    Wishing you and your wonderful family the best Christmas ever!

  3. I enjoyed your post! I got a kick out of my dad’s Christmas letter to his friends and family. He’s 89 years old this year. It went along the line of: Still kickin’. Not much changed from 2014 so feel free to read that Christmas letter over again. Wishing you all a Merry Christmas! And had a picture of him and my mom.

    Merry Christmas, Mary!

  4. Thanks for sharing Mary, 4 beautiful daughters and a handsome cowboy hubby…you have it.
    Merry Christmas.

  5. Merry Christmas, Mary! And long marriages are the best and certainly the way it is suppose to be, right? Congratulations! My husband and I celebrated our 40th in October.

  6. If all Christmas “letter’s” were this entertaining, I wouldn’t have to seek out your romantic comedies. Merry Christmas to you, your cowboy and your well-bred, spectacularly raised children.

  7. Loved your letter. Loved your cowboy. Loved you had been married 39 years. (We’ve made 53 so far.) My husband absolutely refuses to travel any more. He has friends who constantly do for business and send him one horror story after another. Have a blessed Christmas and a very Happy New Year!

  8. Love your post. I would be a lost lamb in an airport because I don’t travel. Merry Christmas to you and yours.

  9. I so enjoy your writing. A sense of humor makes life much more enjoyable. It also help us through life’s rough spots both large and small (like airports).
    I hope you had a wonderful Christmas and that 2016 will be a terrific year for you and your family.

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