When Christmas cards used to arrive at our house, I would open them immediately and hang them up with the others ones we received from friends and family. The problem was that no one really looked at them after that. I got all the pleasure of opening them, but no one else did. So one year I decided to save them and after dinner a few nights a week, we split them up and everyone got a chance to look at them and read out loud what greetings were written there. The kids would always groan if they had to read a letter and we'd laugh. Now that the kids have moved, Brad and I still share this tradition together.
While we’re on the subject, I really appreciate people who take the time to write Christmas letters. (Thanks Auntie Ellen and Karen). It’s so much better than just getting a card signed, “Love, Blank & Blank.” I want to know what’s happening in people’s lives.
After we read them all, I gather up the envelops and shove them in a folder. That way I have them all together when things quite down after the holidays, I can quickly check the addresses and update my files all at once.