The Point of Christmas Cards

images They’re traditional?

It’s nice to get them?

images-3 You have nothing better to do than sit on the floor in your undies writing three dozen?

I send them every year, get them from Wildlife and The American Humane Society, figuring, I’m sending an elk to camp.   images-5 The kicker is, if I get 3, I’m lucky. Okay, I’m exaggerating, 4.

Cyber cards don’t count, since I can’t display them on the china cabinet, an old Connecticut custom. images-6

I was thrilled to get one just the other day, from England, my one of 4.  I was suddenly little again, rushing to the mailbox all flushed and expectant. Besides sweeping and brushing Fluffy, the cat, that was my job…

to get the mail.

Whenever I saw an envelope with just my name  images-7I peed in my pants, from the excitement of it all. Why must there always be a downside?  When my mother caught on, she would confiscate the card for a day, as punishment.

“What are you, a schnauzer? images-8You need to learn how to control yourself there Missy.”  So I’m happy to report, when Mick and Maeve’s card appeared in my mailbox, all was dry.

So it took a few years, so what.

Cards are nice.

They remind us, we still have a pulse, and quietly, not forgotten.    getpart


About Susannah Bianchi

I'm just a girl who likes to write slightly on slant. I've had a career in fashion, dabbled in film and to be honest, I don't like talking about myself. Now my posts are another matter so I will let them speak for themselves. My eBooks, A New York Diary, Model Behavior: Friends For Life and Notes From A Working Cat can be found on Thanks.
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19 Responses to The Point of Christmas Cards

  1. I’m like a kid heading to the mailbox every day looking for cards. I LOVE getting them too. Speaking of cards, I got one yesterday that made me laugh out loud. It said something about “decking those fucking walls” hahahaha! Talk about perfect timing!

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  2. You had me at china closet. You have a china closet? Wow! Cards…a dying art. I did get one with pictures of Morgan in it. That caused a ruckus! Mollie has her panties in a bunch and Hazel is pouting. I like when people use cards as a way to “catch up” because they haven’t seen you for a while. If the art of sending cards is dying, the art of writing something in them is dead! We will get some printed travelogues from far-flung family but what I really want to know is how everyone is.

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  3. micklively says:

    We were right chuffed to receive yours too. In a world so espoused of hatred and greed, it’s so good to know I have real friends all around the world. Happy Christmas!

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  4. skinnyuz2b says:

    I confess that I now only send cards to friends out of state. I remember the days when my friends, female cousins, and I all wrote letters to each other on a regular basis.

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  5. I put mine on a door… I love it when I have to use two doors… this isn’t one of those years… always get one after the holidays from a family with a bunch of kids, there was always a picture of at least one kid stuck in this over sized mailbox… it was really sort of sad, now, the kids are grown, still standing around the mailbox with…. a goat stuck in the mailbox! Gotta love some people… plus, they always send their favorite hot chocolate recipe!

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  6. I admire you for being so consistent with them, and I agree that actually physical cards are much more meaningful than e-cards, even though they are faster. Leah is much better at doing Christmas cards than I am.

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