Colleen and I have received a number of holiday cards this year. Some Merry Christmas and some Happy New Year. Very seldom, it seems, does a jew send a card for Hanukah because I have not seen too many Happy Hannukah cards in our mailbox, nor did I send any. This years card harvest (as I call it – you should see the harvest on our mantle) seemed like it was more than last year, or it could be that now that we have a child maybe I am just paying attention to them?

Today we finally checked our mail from over the weekend and there was a pile of cards waiting for us. The holiday card procrastinators, so to speak. Those cards that arrive at the last minute before the holidays start, so late in fact that the recipient does not usually actually read them until after the holiday.

One card in particular struck us both. Not because of what was on the card or said in the card, but because of whom it was from … we could not figure out who they were. I thought Colleen knew them and she assumed vice-versa. It was addressed to us and handwritten to us, but the puzzled expressions on our faces told the entire story.