I love Christmas cards.
I love sending them, I love getting them, I love going through them well into the January.
James has begrudgingly accepted that we are now Christmas card people. We sent out a big stack last week and I have spent all week imagining them scattered across the country and world, marching our Christmas tidings into the homes of so many people we love.
Christmas cards could become extinct, an anachronistic vestige of an era when people still sent letters, still kept stamps on hand, still wrote things out. They could, but I hope they won’t.
Luckily, I went to a college attended by many people (most of them ladies – let’s be real here) who still practice the art of letter writing. When I spent a semester in France, my friend Jenny mailed me a hand written letter every week. Every. Single. Week. That’s probably more than most of us have sent our entire life.
And in December, the fact that my life is full of Old School Letter Senders shows itself in the host of Christmas cards all over our fridge. Next year I will be proactive and think of some cool DIY way to display them, like this cool card tree. But for now they are just all over our fridge, the top of our TV, and peaking out from the bookshelves.
I love all the cards, but this year I especially loved the one from my friend Charlotte. Charlotte has handwritten of unparalleled perfection. It makes you want to go out right away and buy one of those notebooks with the big double lined paper so you can practice your handwriting. But what I really loved was what she wrote inside of it. Charlotte selected and copied out two perfect quotes that sank deep into my soul and whispered the truth of Christmas there.
Read the full poem here, and that is obviously not her handwritting. No font can imitate it.
*Confession: Sometimes I cheat and watch Elf out of season. I try not to, really I do. But it is so good, and as soon as that first Christmasy wind blows I am ready to watch it. If you haven’t ever seen it, go do it NOW. It might be one of the funniest movies ever. Or maybe that’s just me. I try to quote it as much as possible during the holiday season… and the rest of the year.