It started 20 years ago when my grandmother called and said she received my Christmas card – a whole day ahead of my mom’s card. It became a friendly competition to get the cards to grandma first so we could enjoy her bragging rights all year.
Even though she passed away in 2010, I’ve kept sending cards so they arrive the Friday after turkey day. For me, it’s a labor of love and one that I probably spend too much time thinking about. #graphicdesignerproblems
I think it’s because I love hearing from friends and family so much during the holidays. Most evenings, you can find me sitting/sweating by the fireplace, carefully reading letters and smiling at photographs of people we dearly love. From childhood to high school, college to co-workers, priests to bishops and dear neighbors and school families – I am deeply grateful for the time and expense people go to sending out cards to our family.
There’s a catch, though.
We keep all of those cards in a basket and pull out one each night throughout the year, to re-read and pray for that family. It is the highlight of our dinner hour.