Writing cards

Mum was sitting down at the dining table busy writing away.

Mary played in her room, and played a game with Joe, then did some drawing but mum was still sitting writing.

“What you up to mum? Asked Mary (Mum never sat still for this long)

“I’m writing Christmas cards to all of our friends and relatives, would you like to help?”

“Can I draw a picture for each of them instead?” asked Mary

“Of course you can, that would be lovely, I think everyone would like that very much.” Replied Mum with a smile.

And with that Mary go to work.  

The first card got a big Christmas tree with lots of presents under it .

The next got a smaller tree with a big star on top.

The next holly, the next Christmas pud.

Every card had a different picture from Mary on it.

Joe looked up every now and again wondering why everyone was so quiet, then got back to playing with his rattle and teddy.

After what seemed like forever they were on the last card.

This is for Granny Jones, what picture do you think she would like?

“I’ve got the perfect idea, I’ll draw the circle she hangs on the door in the winter”.

“Do you mean the circle of holly with berries and a bow?”

“Yea,” nodded Mary focusing on her picture.

Mum finished writing the cards and the addresses so they would make it to each of their friends and family.

Mary had finished the last picture.

“Oh my goodness Mary that’s wonderful, Granny will like that a lot,” said mum with a smile.

“Can I draw a little something on the envelope?”

“You can draw on the other side of the address, just to the post office doesn’t get lost.”

“Good idea, agreed Mary as she drew a single holly leaf as a wee hint to the picture that was hidden inside.”

Oh thats lovely, I’m sure Granny is going to love that, advised Mum  with a nod.

“How about we get to the post office to make sure all of these make it to everyone in plenty of time before Christmas?”

Mary was already putting on her wellie’s and jacket as mum spoke.

Mum got Joe all wrapped up with blankets a scarf, hat and gloves.

They were all buttoned up ready for the cold as they left the house.

The post office was just round the corner.

It was still quite quiet, they must be early, the Christmas crowds had not started yet.

“What beautiful pictures,” commented the lady behind the counter.

Mary just smiled as she hid behind mum.

“There all Mary’s hard work” advised Mum.

“What lucky people,” smiled the lady.

Mary skipped all the way home; she loved it when people liked her drawings.

©joannehepburn 04.12.2016