I have to say that today as I was writing out our Christmas cards, I felt like maybe I should reconsider this tradition.
But I love Christmas cards. I love receiving them in the mail. I love opening them and admiring the photos of friends and family and am always curious how many pictures they took to get the one or two or three in the collection they chose to share. I love reading the annual stories and seeing the personal hand-writing, although several cards come as is, without any personalization, which I send sometimes too just because we run out of time, which is what made me wonder if this process is going to go the way of the rotary phone now that we have Facebook and Instagram and SnapChat and all the other social platforms to share our personal lives.
Do we need the physical receipt to hold on to and touch?
I still think so.
I love to share them all on my real wall for everyone to see.
When I write out a card, I am mindful of the family receiving our correspondence and I feel a sense of connection and wonder. Some friends we share cards with are from friendships we shared long ago and with whom we don’t share our daily lives with anymore. The card is a way to stop and think about those memories again.
I like the process of picking out a photo and layout and choosing which words to write on the card. I don’t like the taste of the stamps, though. This I could do without.
So even though I’m ruining the environment by printing more paper and buying more stamps, I still enjoy this one, simple, old-fashioned holiday tradition because it makes me slow down and be mindful of those we love.