I don’t like most cards, in general. Somehow my friends always find perfect examples of the genre. And not one of them comes from a Hallmark. Recently, we’ve had a spate of family portrait style cards — only with snapshots of the kids without parents. I love them. Kids really shift your view of the holidays.
My grandmother (and Mom, this year) makes a point of sending a card from Bethlehem, MD, with the Three Kings postmark that they use there. How unusual and thoughtful is that?
Our friends display the hundreds of cards that they get by hanging them on a string or ribbon threaded up the bannister. The cards become festive decoration — glittery cardboard swag — during the holidays. I’ve seen doorways and mirrors framed by Christmas cards, too.
This year, I’m going to try and send at least one… something. Call it a “Christmas greeting” to someone to whom I owe more than an email or phone call. Maybe I’ll cut a snowflake out of construction paper like I did when I was a kid. A unique card… no two are alike!
Of course, I risk the same reaction I get when I wrap a gift. “Oh, I see you wrapped it yourself….”
But a personally penned message of warmth and love can’t be all bad. Warmth and love. Isn’t that a big part of the holiday season?