Because listen…
A first-class stamp is now 78 cents. SEVENTY-EIGHT. At this rate, by next Christmas we may have to start choosing between sending a card or buying a gallon of milk.
Sure, I could print cards at home, but somehow it just doesn’t feel the same when the ink is streaky and the cat walks across the paper. And while services like Shutterfly or the drugstore kiosks are convenient, they still don’t beat the smell of a real envelope and a cross-eyed attempt at fancy handwriting.
And digital cards? Bless them. I know a lot of people love Jacquie Lawson and all those animated snowmen dancing across the screen, but I can’t help feeling like I’ve been invited to a holiday PowerPoint presentation.
Last year I mailed over 80 Christmas cards. Do you know how many I got back? Twenty.
TWENTY.
I started wondering if the mailman had a secret box labeled “Bonnie’s Missing Christmas Cheer.”
Maybe paper cards really are becoming a thing of the past. These days the younger generation sends those cute flat photo cards—adorable kids, matching pajamas, dogs wearing antlers—but the sentiment inside is usually something like:
“Joy.”
Or
“Love.”
Or my personal favorite:
Just the year.
Where did the heartfelt messages go? The handwritten notes? The ink smudges that prove someone cared enough to try?
Or am I just officially old-school and resisting change like a Christmas tree refusing to stand up straight?
Either way… I’d love to know—
Are you sending Christmas cards this year? Or has the mailbox become the loneliest place in December?
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