We aren’t sending Christmas cards this year.
Bart has wanted to send them since we got married and last year, we finally did.
We had some very specific ideas about what they should be like (include a letter, be on high-quality paper, only have one picture, etc., etc., etc.,) and we were both happy with the final result. We got many lovely comments on them and we deemed it a success.
I assumed we would do them again this year, but as we started getting down to the wire to have Ralphie take our pictures and Bart kept hedging, I finally asked if he didn’t want to do them this year.
He didn’t, mainly because we’d just sent out baby announcements two months ago.
And really, in the age of the Internet, Christmas cards aren’t what they used to be. It used to be a way to keep up with someone you rarely or never saw, or see how everyone’s children had grown up, or what fun things friends and family were up to.
Now, chances are good that most people have a blog or use Facebook. For people like us, this is certainly true – we know the details of the lives of nearly everyone on our Christmas list. When we sent out baby announcements we knew full well that virtually everyone had already seen pictures (many pictures!) of our baby, how much she weighed at birth, and, likely, the details of delivery.
It was fun to send out the announcements, but it was not as if people needed the announcement to find out she was born.
And Christmas cards seem much the same way to me – a delightful tradition, but more a tradition than something with practical benefits. You can contact and share stories, updates, and pictures much less expensively and much more easily through the internet than through the postal service.
But of course, opening a PDF file doesn’t have the same spirit of holiday cheer that comes from opening an envelope in front of your mail box.
Maybe we’ll send them again next year. I don’t know.