10/30/2026
Remember when the mailbox started filling up with Christmas cards every December?
Mom would bring them inside, and we'd gather around the dining-room table to see who had sent one. There were cards from relatives, old neighbors, family friends, and people we hadn't seen in years. Some had beautiful winter scenes, others had Santa Claus, snow-covered houses, and little handwritten messages inside.
Mom never threw them in a drawer. She tied them together with ribbon or hung every single one along the doorway with little clothespins. Before long, the whole house was surrounded by Christmas greetings.
It was such a simple tradition, but every card meant someone was thinking of you. No notifications, no quick messages just a handwritten name, a stamp, and a little piece of Christmas arriving in the mail.
Does anyone else remember a doorway covered in Christmas cards, with Mom making room for every single one?
