Twelve Reasons Why I Don't Write a Christmas Letter

I have many friends who write clever Christmas letters describing their kids' accomplishments,  exotic travel,  winning golf scores and even some of the bad stuff that happens in their lives.  I do look forward to reading them all and save them for a quiet moment when I can  savor them.   In past years I often thought about writing one myself, but never did.  Today, as I was re-reading some of my friends' letters, I grabbed my calendar and looked for a couple of highlights for each month. 

• January:        Saddest funeral, bad opera, Florida visit too short.

• February:   Blizzard, Dr. appointments, back to my writing group.

• March:       Hospital overnight, missed City Council meeting, missed Jill's b'day, filed taxes.

• April:        Chicago Latino Film Festival, lots of lunches with friends, lots of rain

• May:         Dr. Appointments, trip to Tucson,  quality friend time, missed major funeral in N,J,

• June:        Kathryn graduated 8th grade, Carrie H.S., Colleen in town, 50th. Anniversary.

• July:        Jury duty, Martha & Mercer visit, Newberry Book Fair, discount days at Art Institute

• August:    Grant Park concerts end, John (Bob) turns 87. Farmers' market peaks. Friend time+

• September: More Dr. appointments, Sisters' weekend in Cape Cod, German Fest with the kids

• October:   Last two beach days, two good operas, lots of rain, Jacky's for Joe's 75th birthday

• November:  Made pierogi in Oak Park & Tucson, U of A football game, cooked Thanksgiving.

• December: Holiday fests in Tucson, H.S. buddy and wife visit Tucson , pierogi fest in Oak Park with loved ones.

Are you still awake?  Aren't you glad I don't write a Christmas letter?