A Cringe-worthy Christmas Card?

A Cringe-worthy Christmas Card?


It’s that time of year again! The only time of year I actually look forward to opening the mail delivered by ye olde postmaster or postmistress. I’m not sure which (postmaster or postmistress) we have, but I’ll soon find out. Because between now and January 1, I’ll be stalking our mailbox for the delivery of red and green envelopes.

I love getting holiday cards in the mail. I was feeling pretty satisfied with my own family Christmas card this year—until I showed it to my sister. While she thought it was funny, she said she also thought it might make some people cringe. (This, coming from the woman whose last Christmas card featured her and her husband’s faces superimposed over Mary and Joseph’s in the nativity scene, with their cat, Norman, taking the place of our Lord and Savior.) I hope she’s wrong.

There’s nothing unique about my choice of card this year. We have a smiling photo of the kids and the usual well wishes for a happy holiday on the front of the card. On the backside, I included a short recap of the year. It’s something I’ve done many times before. The only difference this year was, I didn’t leave out the bad parts. Here’s why: There’s ample evidence on social media, in the photos and status updates we share, of how amazing our lives are. Isn’t Christmas the one time of year we should be brutally honest? Because Santa is watching, and I think an honest Christmas card is long overdue.

You may say, what’s wrong with only showing the good moments? No one wants to hear that I’m going through a divorce or I lost my job or need help. No one wants to see my piece of shit gingerbread house or hear about how I lost my kid in Target. OK. Fair enough. But are you sure about that? Are you really, really sure? I’d argue some people would want to know, if only to laugh at you. I’m just kidding. It’s because they care about you. They’d want to know because they care about you.

The problem with only showing the Instagram-worthy moments of our lives is that there are some people out there who actually buy it. (The “it” being the illusion that our lives are perfect.) So for all those people, I wrote this:



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