I love Christmas cards. I love sending them, I love receiving them, everything about it. Unfortunately, there comes a time, after Christmas, when you must decide what to do with them. Read: throw them away.
It's such a shame. We got some wonderful cards this year. A few gorgeous homemade ones, lots of pictures (can't believe how fast those kids are growing!), and letters, of course.
I love letters. What a great way to keep up with people. And they're fun too. For example, there's one letter in which our friend passive aggressively uses the Christmas letter to air her grievances against her ex-husband. That one's fun. And then there's the letter from my freshman year roommate. She has her three kids draw on the back of the letter and label each drawing. This year we got "a snowman with a spider on his hat" from her youngest. And we can't forget the list of our friend's top ten moments of the year, including this little anecdote:
Mom tells son, who is wearing a very sporty jacket, blue jeans, and very cute and trendy black sneaker shoes, that he looks cool like the Fonz. He responds with a very sad look, "I don't want to look like the Fonz. I want to look like Mr. Rogers!"
But unfortunately, Christmas is over, and it's time to decide what to do with the cards. I'm very sad about this.