I tell myself how easy it will be. After all, I know everyone I will send a card to, and could chat to them effortlessly in real life. So I try to convince myself the task will go smoothly, quickly, efficiently. But I have memories of the torture of writing Christmas cards in previous years. How my hand, unaccustomed to holding a pen and making beautiful legible shapes on paper, starts to cramp at around the twelfth word. How I become indecisive, wanting the perfect card for each person. How I try to maintain a friendly, newsy chatty note, endeavouring to avoid a verbose epistle boasting of our globe-trotting adventures. How I procrastinate.
Hence this post.