It doesn't matter how much you gee yourself up for them does it, they're always the most boring and frustrating things to write.
Last night Nic and I bought the tree and put it up, made chilli con carne (total comfort food), watched Harry Met Sally (best Christmas movie ever), but despite that the Christmas spirit has ebbed out of us after 5 written cards each. Granted they were the most difficult overseas ones, so you need to condense a year in to a short, snappy, unsmug and interesting 250 words, but even so. Over the next 3 nights we've got Big, Uncle Buck and It's a Wonderful life to sustain us and keep us cheery.
Tonight - cards to relatives you don't really like, but need to stay on the right side of. Aaaaarrrggghh.