I simplified my life last year by not sending out Christmas cards (or blogging) (pregnant). I thought it was great and have recommended it to friends. Then I got hardly any cards this year. The first few came in (thanks Dede) and I started taping them to a wall in my house imagining the whole wall would be covered by Christmas Eve. I mean, it's not like I think I'm CJane or anything but we usually get plenty of cards. This year we got nice ones from our milkman and BYU. Christian described the card wall as "sad," but that's because he didn't see the card that came in after Christmas (thanks Phoebe). Long story short, you reap what you sow--exactly one year later. So don't let anyone ease your conscious by telling you it's OK to forgo the cards one year. It isn't and you will regret it.
But I had a really great Christmas. When is Christmas not really great? I can't think of a single not great Christmas. I have never been disappointed on Christmas and I have always loved everything I gave and everything I got and also the beefstick. I spent a good part of this year teaching Christian that my love language is gifts. (His is blogs.) This year he did the most thoughtful thing and fixed up my Paris ring. What is my Paris ring? It's an old garnet ring I got in Paris when we went there about 5 years ago. The fact that it was my idea that he do this for me does not lessen the thoughtfulness. Do you like it? Do you think my hands are beautiful? Do you wonder why I post dark and creepy pictures of myself on the internet? Sometimes I wonder too. I used to really worry that Christmas wouldn't be any fun when I was a grown up with kids. But it is. What you lose in magicalness you gain in time going by fast and not having to go back to school after New Years. Ha! Ha! And also the candy. I don't have to bring a single candy cane into my home if I don't want to--just Toblerones. It's awesome. That reminds me that I have a chocolate orange I haven't opened yet.
Like you, I have a goal to eat healthier this year. I even checked out a book called The Simple Diet. It lost me at "fleet enema." If fleet enema is simple, I want to be complicated--nice and orange and chocolaty and complicated.