Ooh, look . . .
It arrived to our front door, from Sweden — from adopted family members (my sister-in-law’s sister and her husband), with a simple wish: God Jul.
Such a magical Christmas postcard — definitely a keeper.
You see, I’ve amassed a small collection: Christmas cards I simply adore. Ever so often they reemerge — in a frame, beneath a magnet, propped up against a something-or-another.
That little stack of holiday greetings, rubber-banded together during the off-season, came to mind as I read posts decrying Christmas cards: one person didn’t have anything new to say; one despised postage prices; yet another only pays in kind (you send her one, she’ll send you one).
I think they may be missing the point.
Sure, there are years when you simply haven’t the resources to purchase and mail a multitude of cards; there are years when one more thing on your plate may very well send you toppling over the edge. But if you’re able . . .
You see, I’ve many a friend who lost someone close this year; I’ve a friend who’s mother may not live to see the new year. I’m sure they’d be quick to remind: those wee communications are not so much about you; they’re about those to whom you send them.
So if you’ve been all a dither — wondering whether or not to mail a card or two — set your mind on getting it done. Not because you’ve taken the perfect photo or you’ve had the most extraordinary year; but simply as a reminder:
Hey, I’m glad you’re around. Merry Christmas.