One year, about age six, my favorite Christmas gift was a Christmas card. I take great pleasure from them now and have a tendency to keep them forever, much to my kids dismay. It’s harmless enough.
The yearly ritual of a Christmas letter for me began in 1988. It was disconcerting to have distant friendships from the past reduced to a Christmas card each year. Sending a short personal message in each card wasn’t enough. Besides, my penmanship is practically unreadable.
Friends often send a family photo, or a personal work of art made into a card. Mine are pretty dull, without photos. My parents had twenty siblings, thus cousins number over one hundred. Now I can send Christmas greetings on-line.
Internet cards, or a simple message has replaced cards for many of us. I treasure my email as much as I miss the cards.
My new ritual is to read last year’s Christmas letters, and cards, then put them away in a box. Then as Christmas approaches, I take out old cards, from any year, to enjoy the beauty and sentiments.
Or the whimsy as in Happy Moo Year.