An Italian-American living la dolce vita in the Deep South

An Italian-American living la dolce vita in the Deep South

Thursday, December 6, 2012

You Got Mail ... An Advent Tradition

This time of year the postman is one of my very favorite people. Call me old fashioned, but receiving real mail delivered to our mailbox – mail in actual envelopes adorned with cursive handwriting and a Christmas stamp --  is nothing short of exciting; in fact, every day around 2 p.m. I am already smiling in anticipation.

A Christmas card is, afer all, a mini present. Inside may be blessings, good wishes, photos, news, shared memories, or even funny jokes. One time we received a card that someone forgot to sign, and we had ever so much fun trying to guess who sent the card with the red cardinal on the holly branch. Was it Patty out in Missouri? Aunt Ann? Our realtor? It was a Christmas mystery.

What I find beautiful is that, behind every card, someone out there was thinking of us at a given moment when they wrote our name on the envelope and signed the card.

It's wonderful, this exchanging of Christmas cards, and to ensure my rough and tumble boys learn to go beyond the picture on the front of the card and appreciate the well wishes and blessings that are being sent, we have an Advent tradition that, when we sit around the dinner table, we take a few moments to pass around any Christmas cards that came in the mail that day.

We read each card out loud. We comment on which ones are beautiful. We share stories about the people who sent them (this is from Aunt Clare, the one who made that beautiful quilt when you were born, or Bill is Dad’s old roommate from college). Then, when we say grace, we offer up a special prayer for those who sent the card.  

And this way, at some time at any given moment, our family is thinking and praying for someone out there.

Christmas blessings, airmail style.

1 comment:

tiziana said...

Davvero fate così? Siete troppo bravi davvero, trovo tutto molto, molto bello.