Christmas cards are a big part of my holiday tradition. I feel it’s not Christmas unless I pull out the old address book, yes I still have a book, and write out cards for friends and loved ones. Sometimes these cards are the only communication I send during the whole year. It’s not as if I don’t care but life gets in the way. When did we get too busy to visit or pick up the phone?I send cards because I want to receive them. I love Christmas cards. If I’m lucky there’s a note or picture included. These messages of love and friendship remind me that this person cares. They may not be in my life daily but they are a part of me and I am a part of them. They help me to remember and reconnect. Sometimes, like recently, it causes me to pick up the phone and call or text like I did with a cousin I’ve not seen in person since 1981.
I save cards from one year to the next. I won’t throw any away until I’ve received a new card from that person. Usually the one I throw away is several years old. When I’m getting out my Christmas decorations I pause for a few minutes to read some of the old cards. Seeing the beautiful pictures, the poetry, the notes fill me with nostalgia. Some of the names I’ll never see again on a Christmas card. Some of the names are new, babies born, marriages, new friends, each hold a special place in my heart.