About 10 years ago, while delivering gifts to longtime clients, I suffered a ruptured cerebral aneurysm --- long story short, 7 hours of surgery and two weeks in Intensive Care, I was home, and three weeks later was back at work. As my ex-husband loved to say, "she can't be killed!"
This was the first year I got back to that tradition --- not sure exactly why, but the passing of my daughter didn't help. In any case, what I realized was how deeply I missed catching up with the people who had meant so much to me. It isn't the size or value of the gift that matters, but the time you take to put it all together, get in your car, and deliver it. I not only get hugs and best wishes, but each year I get Christmas Day family photos which get posted on my office bulletin boards so each time I look up, I'm reminded of how lucky I am to have chosen real estate over law school.
Happy Holidays to All!
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