Making Christmas cards for friends is my chance to indulge a childish pleasure in messing around with colored paper, glitter and glue. I was never good with scissors and rulers as a kid, but acquiring a rolling paper cutter (replacing the cut-your-hand-off- guillotine and the deadly X-acto knife) has opened new vistas. Although I’m still at war with glue and tape, which always seem to insist on sticking to the wrong places.
Making a unique card for each person is a way of stepping back to think about him or her, whether it’s someone I see all the time or haven’t seen in years. I don’t know whether my friends and relations like my *ART* but they never seem to mind getting a card. Sometimes that even provokes them into sending one to me.
Otherwise, I’d end up like A.A. Milne’s Bad King John who had to send Christmas cards to himself:
Here are some of what I’ve inflicted on my friends this season:
wonderful. I like all of them.