We offer a selection of letters celebrating special occasions such as
anniversaries, birthdays, and graduations that celebrate the heart as well as
the written word. Each letter is personalized in the salutation and closing,
and, as needed, may be personalized in the body of the letter as well. The
letter is computer-printed in a handwriting font on quality stationery, and the
envelope is artistically addressed by hand calligraphy, wax-sealed, and sent to
the recipient (or you, for personal delivery). Our stock letter charge is
$16.95, with increases for extensive modifications.
We create original pieces at your direction as well. We specialize in light
verse, which is appropriate for all occasions. Rates vary, but the cost for
finished text typically starts at $30. Here's how it works... You provide the
details of the event you wish to celebrate: your parents' 50th wedding
anniversary, perhaps, or your sister's birthday, or the neighbor's
retirement...and the "feel" you want in the finished piece (humorous,
romantic, religious, etc.), and we take it from there. Also available are
original framed art pieces or commemorative books done completely by hand in
calligraphy. For more information, please contact us. (John
B. Reynolds/ firstname.lastname@example.org)
We also have a line of hand-lettered, original verse Christmas cards which
celebrate the true meaning of the season. Here is the text from our latest
edition. Please contact us if you would like to learn more or make a
Our latest Christmas card verse
If Christmas is ribbons and tinsel and bows, then I know Christmas,
for I have more
glitter than I could ever hope to use.
If Christmas is a decorated tree standing shiny and bright,
then I've got this
holiday right and I've had it right for years.
If Christmas is a cup of good cheer and mistletoe hanging down,
then I own this
And if Christmas is church bells ringing and choirs singing,
then I memorized
the melodies long, long ago.
But if Christmas is wonder...
Oh, if Christmas is wonder,
may I never have my
If Christmas, too, is hope, may I hope with all my heart.
If Christmas is faith, may I have the faith of a child.
If Christmas is joy, may the Child's joy touch my very soul.
and if Christmas is peace, please Jesus, let there be peace.
Wonder Faith Hope Joy Peace...
If Christmas is magic, may I never know its secrets.
And if Christmas is sharing,
may I share
every bit of it--now and always--with you.
Light verse to celebrate school basketball coaches at end of season
The season's come; the season's gone,
Yet still the memories linger on.
So better late than not at all,
Here's thanks! for coaching basketball!
Our girls were rookies coming in,
And they played well below the rim;
But thanks to you and all you've done,
Their glory years have just begun.
Perhaps, of course, they won't be stars,
But we suspect they'll all go far--
Your coaching's left them well-equipped
To walk through Life with sportsmanship.
Our gifts are simple, you'll agree,
But maybe they'll prove useful, see...
When things are sweet, there's Fannie May;
When bad, the stress ball saves the day!
So thank you coaches, one last time,
In easy verse and easy rhyme,
For in our hearts you've found your spot--
You're each and all a three-point shot...
Inner-rhyming verse to celebrate couple's career move to Colorado
Only so many sunsets, only so many dawns;
but countless the roads to travel upon...
Some, of course, are familiar paths with well-established aftermaths.
But others reel with uncertainty
and reveal themselves only upon the treading.
And such is the journey they have chosen.
Heeding a call that few can hear, they sojourn upon the path less clear.
What is Life, they say as Helen blindly did,
if not a grand adventure?
Indentured to no one, they look to the West
and shining is the quest this day.
to a place where mountains caress the sky;
where skiers dream and eagles fly;
where the stars of night belie all descriptions of grandeur.
to the newness, the fresh dew of change;
to the challenge of footpaths untested and strange;
to the brilliant promise that ranges only from
the unfamiliar and the unsure.
Surely we'll miss them and they'll miss us, too,
but gathered together for barbecue
we'll think of them often and smile when we do.
So let them chase their mountains.
Let them seek their sun.
Let them laugh and cry when the work is done.
For only so many sunsets;
only so many dawns; and glorious the roads to travel upon...