Christmas Cards

I love Christmas cards. Okay, the truth is I love most of the cheesy, sentimental things about the holiday. But real mail, mail that doesn’t come from the cable company, the power company or the bank is a rare commodity these days, and it’s one I especially appreciate. Christmas cards don’t arrive with the frequency they once did. So many of us are in touch by email that we’ve let the tradition slide in the midst of a busy life. I’m guilty of that this year. I’ve sent a total of seven cards, all to relatives in the UK with whom I’m not in touch by email. The rest of my friends and family won’t be seeing my handwriting in their snail mail, I’m afraid.

But some people still manage to send them, and to those organized souls, I say thank you. When a card does come in the mail, even if all it contains is just a simple “Merry Christmas” and a name, it makes me smile. I read a comment somewhere or other from someone who can’t stand getting cards like that, with just a line and a signature. I couldn’t disagree more. How many cards did you send this year? They take effort and precious time, and the fact that someone put the effort into sending me that card adds a bright spot to my day.

Today, I got a card I really wasn’t expecting, and it makes me happy whenever I think about it. It came from Scotland. That much was clear from the handwriting on the envelope and, on closer inspection, from the postmark. But there was no return address.

Inside, apart from the “Merry Christmas & Happy New Year” printed by the card company, it simply says “To” us, “Love and Best wishes from Rosie.” No last name, nothing further at all, even though Rosie is nearly a stranger to us. But that simple sentiment made my day.

Two summers ago, my husband, daughter and I spent three weeks driving around Scotland. (The photo in my header is from that trip.) In part, the vacation was about chasing my family history, seeing the places where my mum had lived as a child, where my grandparents grew up, where my greats and great greats and beyond worked and lived and died. I loved every minute of the trip, and wasn’t at all ready to come home when it was over.

One of the places we visited was the community where my two of my great grandfathers worked, one as a gardener at the local estate, the other as a shoemaker. Their houses were just down the road from one another. My great grandmother lived in one of those houses until she died in the early sixties. A local we encountered at the cemetery the day we were there told us that the woman living in that house now is lovely, and would be happy to meet us. So we took the chance and knocked on her door. She came out, and we explained who we were and what our connection was to the house. She was very nice to us. We were only in her yard for perhaps fifteen minutes, long enough to chat a little and take some photos, both of the house and of her in front of it. Her name is Rosie.

Last Christmas, with the memories of our trip fresh in my mind, I made a big effort to send Christmas cards to the people we’d met along the way. I didn’t know Rosie’s last name, but for her I had not only a card, but copies of photos: two of the house as it was in my great grandparents’ day, and one of her with my daughter. I did some poking around online, finally emailing the principal of the local primary school just across the road from the house and explaining the situation in hopes she’d tell me Rosie’s last name. She did, and I sent off the card. I never heard back, and didn’t expect to, but I hoped the photos and card had given her that same bright spot in her day I always get from real mail.

Today, I got the answer to that. A year after I sent that card, a year and a half after meeting her so briefly outside the home to which we both have a connection, that simple message arrived: “Love and best wishes from Rosie”.

It’ll almost certainly arrive late, but I’m going to send out one more Christmas card for 2009 today. Happy Christmas, Rosie.


  1. Ev Bishop
    Dec 22, 2009

    I love Christmas cards too–getting and sending them. I even (amazingly!) write the occasional “real” letter. This year, like you, I only got out a few cards, but I did ask Santa for a new (actual hold-in-your-hands) address book and bought beautiful black and silver cards in hopes that next year, I’ll be my normal elf-Ev self and send out fifty or so. :)


  2. Laura Best
    Dec 26, 2009

    Hi Kathy, Just thought I would check out your blog and I’m glad I did!

    What a wonderful story! I have always sent out Christmas cards and for me it is an important part of Christmas, A few years back I began saving them and each year when we decorate the tree I take out the cards and read the little greetings. They always warm my heart.

    • Kathy
      Jan 4, 2010

      Thanks, Laura!

  3. Karen
    Jan 13, 2010

    What an awesome story, Kathy! One of these days I would love to make it to Scotland. I was quite envious of your trip when you went and even moreso when I saw all of the beautiful pictures.

    We still have some relatives there (on my maternal grandmother’s side of the family) specifically in Maybole, Ayrshire. I’m sure you’ve said where exactly you went, but I cannot recall.

    Thanks for sharing such a fabulous story.

    • Kathy
      Jan 13, 2010

      Thanks, Karen. We went all over when we were there. Started in Glasgow, worked our way up to the West Highlands, Inverness, Moray, Aberdeen, St. Andrews, Edinburgh, and back to Glasgow, with stays in lots of places along the way.