I'm guessing that each of our families had at least one. One family that would send one of those Christmas cards with the folded up piece of paper enclosed. A single page of text, singled spaced, Times New Roman font of pure pretentiousness. A letter of eloquent quips about trips to Europe, and Ivy League acceptances. All of which gave you the impression that the author penned it beside a roaring fire place in a velvet robe, while sipping a snifter of brandy and smoking a pipe.
But, all in all, I like Christmas cards.
There is something pleasing about the seeing them folded upon your parents mantle piece, opening the ones sent to you, and hearing mom mention names of childhood friends you haven't seen in decades. Not to mention that annual ritual of passing by your parent's refrigerator and catching a quick glimpse of a family photograph, and saying...
"Mom, who the hell are these people?"
Though, in fairness, this isn't an entry about the traditional Christmas cards I've received.
Instead, it's an entry, a short one at that, about another card I was given this Christmas season that reminded me of a lesson that someone taught me a some years ago.
That the greatest gift to have, is the gift of having something to give away.
Even if it's a simple, white business card with a name, and a job they hold.
And while I'm sure I'll receive many other cards in the years, and Christmases to follow, I'm not sure one will ever mean as much to me as this one.