I was at a friend’s house the other day, and I noticed that she had multiple Christmas cards on the wall from the same family. Upon closer inspection, I realized that the cards were from different years, spanning all the way back to 2006. When I asked her about this, she said that she keeps the Christmas cards to watch her friends grow older.
Oh boy. I, too, like to watch my friends grow older, but I do it with these novel things I call eyes and a memory, not a hoarded collection of holiday cards.
I toss out all my Christmas cards on January 6th, the twelfth day of Christmas. I don’t keep them for years and years, pulling them out of some garage bin every December to reminisce about Christmases of yore. Is this nuts? Am I just not being empathetic or sentimental enough to understand this phenomenon?
my family doesn’t hang successive family christmas cards up on the wall, but we do keep them if they have pictures– it’s just like keeping any other photo of your friends. i think it just seems weirder now that everything is digital.
the secret genius in this post is not the commentary but, rather, the SPECTACULAR find of the Scott Stapp of Creed ‘and family’ christmas card. rockin’!
Not to see my friends get older, it’s to see the families grow. I have now moved my Christmas cards into a scarpbook. I will remember not to send you a Christmas Card Eddie…you’ll just throw it away.