The Christmas Letter

How did we used to celebrate Christmas without Facebook? Would we email pictures of our Christmas trees to each other/people we don't know? I mean what's the point of decorating your house if you're not going to put at least twenty photos of it on Facebook? It just seems silly, huh?Did we just text each other a play by play of every single Christmas cookie we were making along with photos of the dough, baking accessories and finished product? That just seems so dull! There simply isn't a better way of spreading holiday cheer than mobile uploads. Which brings me to my next point. Christmas cards... Isn't Facebook the 24 hour Christmas card really? I worry status updates and photo albums have completely ruined the notion of sending out an old fashioned brag-about yourself and family- Christmas letter. Anything worthy of being written in a letter to the long lost relatives and friends across the country has already been posted on Facebook- with at least five pictures and captions. And thanks to FB we are not only friends with these relatives we've only spoken to once at wedding ten years ago in Colorado, we are also friends with their relatives, and their friends, and their relatives, I mean I'm not, but as I've mentioned before that has more to do with my non-alcohol drinking relatives and their judgmental eyes. But that's neither here nor there. But I really mean it's all there, because the problem certainly isn't here. So as I was scrolling through posts today, every other either being a, "GBR I'm in Dallas woo hoo for me," or a "Look at my amazing Christmas tree," I started to think a. I wonder how I missed the memo that everyone was going to Dallas and b. I should write a Christmas letter about things I haven't shared on FB. Since I couldn't do anything about Dallas, I went for the second option and sat down and wrote a really heart felt Christmas letter, I thought anyway. But when I read it out loud to Chris he wasn't exactly happy about it. Apparently, he thought it was not a Christmas letter, but a "bash Topeker letter." This caught me completely off guard. I thought it was very sweet and painted Peker in a very unique light. I was really hoping to share this letter today but Chris rather I don't. So sadly, I am not going to. I mean for now. I think he'll warm up to it after awhile. Just today for example after we had purchased a very classy artificial tree from Wal Mart we were walking outside and were nearly ran over by an old beat up Chevy with a bumper sticker that read "I'd rather be drinking, oh wait I am," blaring rap music, occupied by two fat white women smoking fat cigs, with a back seat full of oreo babies all under the age of three, I turned to Chris and said,

"can you seriously still object to my Christmas letter?"

He agreed and we both shared a chuckle. So like I said, after a while he will probably warm up to the idea and allow me to send it out with our Christmas picture which features Chris, Harlow and I fully clad in Husker attire. We were inspired by a Wolfe extended family picture a la 1992 in which my grandma insisted our entire family get professional photos taken in Husker gear- sweatshirts, turtle necks, vests, it all went. Man, talk about a good looking Narfuck family.