Our last Christmas in Chicago, people sent Christmas cards from all over the country. One of the many old-timey things that I indulge in, sending and hoping to receive paper holiday greetings is a tradition that lives on in the Shipley-Green household.
Of course, I understand why people would skip this insignificant little detail in middle of all the holiday madness. It’s time consuming. It can be a bit tedious. And if your friends or family are people like us, you have absolutely no idea what their current address may be.
Which takes me all the way back to 2009. I suspect the reason we raked in so many stamped, signed and sealed holiday wishes was because we lived in the same place for three years. People knew where they could find us.
So with only one official Christmas card on the San Francisco mantel (the other from a business), I’m willing to tell myself lies to get through the holidays. And if you don’t get a card from us, please let me know. It may arrive after the big day, but you could probably get away with displaying it until mid-January without looking like a crazy person.
Merry Christmas. Happy Holidays. Santa. Jesus. Trees and socks. Whatever you believe in, hopefully you get a few minutes to yourself to appreciate the world—with or without Christmas cards.