Inspired by those friends who make Christmas letters something awesome and tear-producing (Kris, I’m talking about you), rather than something akin to the Christmas sweater, or the fruitcake. It took a few years to settle into our crazy new life before we gave it a shot, and now we can’t stop, lest the kids revolt.
2023 Update: Figured out how to stop. Once the nest was empty, the letters began their decline, and in 2023, I let it go. Ah, memories.
Nevertheless…
Some (dated) reading material for around the Christmas tree:
2019 Christmas Letter, featuring guest writer, Emily
Tucked happily into the gorgeous hills and woods of Wisconsin, I write about life, faith, and the humor that both require. 
Tales From the Nexus 