Fifteen centimetres of snow. That’s what I’d shovelled, so the walk to the mailbox, even in the bright sunshine with neighbours “Merry Christmasing,” felt like a bit of a trek. And for what? Bills. Bloody bills. The Canada Post strike meant no Christmas cards this year. But it got me thinking.
The thing about Christmas cards is they don’t go off. They’re not like milk or bread. It’s not about getting them on the 25th; it’s about what they are. It’s the memories, the feeling you get when you see a familiar scrawl. They’re little bits of connection, little time capsules of someone’s thoughts and well wishes.
Even the cards from people who aren’t around anymore are a reminder that they’re still part of our life story. It’s not the paper or the glitter; it’s the feeling, the enduring warmth they keep alive. That’s why my Christmas decorations this year include cards from years gone by.
Well stated, John.
It’s good to remember through Christmas greetings, even if the senders are gone.
Well in Vancouver we’re forecast for 70-100 mm of rain and high winds for Christmas and Boxing day!
I do agree with you about cards, though. I have a few I’ve kept over the years.
Merry Christmas!
Thanks.