I have friends in the Isle of Man that send us a Christmas card every year. It’s always gorgeous, always bought from a fundraiser and always beautifully inscribed. We look forward to their card every December, and as soon as it arrives it is put on display.
The letterbox used to be brimming with hand-written festive cheer. It seemed like everyone had a Christmas card list. Not sending one required a very good reason, and being dropped off someone’s list was much like being unfriended on social media. But year after year, the cards have become less. Less in the letterbox. Less on the mantle. Less overlapped on the string on the wall. Less kept in boxes because throwing them away was unthinkable.
It makes me sad to see such a beautiful, selfless gesture disappearing. I have always loved opening an envelope, looking at the artwork specifically chosen for me and reading the hand-written message. To know someone is thinking about you at a time of year that can often be lonely is a Christmas tradition that I’m not ready to let go of.
The earliest record of someone sending Christmas wishes was in a letter that said, “Merry Christmas”, sent in 1534. The first card is believed to have been more of a large manuscript, but it folded into panels like a card. This was sent to King James I of England in 1611.