Welcome to Christmas Card Day. I’ve been writing and sending Christmas cards since 1977. I even publish an annual Christmas brag letter. You know, the kind that says, “Joe Jr. loves his new campus,” and omits the fact that it’s the state prison and not BYU. For some people, it’s the only mail they’ll get from me all year. I start thinking about next year’s Christmas cards on the day after Christmas. I like to hit the Hallmark stores early on Boxing Day, so I can get at least 40 nice cards that match at half price. I don’t know what compels me to buy the kind with a slot to paste in a photograph. I must be an eternal optimist. I always think that somehow in the next 300 or so days, we’ll magically come up with a family photo that I don’t hate. It didn’t happen last year. What makes me think it will happen next year?
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