I haven't read any of the holiday cards I received. Sorry.
I mistakenly opened an early photo card. I congratulated myself on magnanimously emailing the sender a note about how nice their year seemed. They didn't reply.
My cousin Lisa sent me a card whose envelope read, "This is not a Christmas card." Her card sent a message of love, encouragement, and support.
I thought I might find some comfort in looking at my former family's annual holiday cards.
When I looked for them I could only find one. I burst into tears and laid my head on the floor. I wanted to burrow into the ground and hide. Instead, I pulled myself together as best I could and went back to work. What else could I do?
Before I departed I text a couple of friends who generously sent me photos of some of my past family holiday cards.
Seeing the cards made me feel better because my friends had jumped into action when I needed them. Good friends are the best.