Okay. To date, we have received exactly four Christmas-or-other-winter-holiday cards. (That’s double how many we had as of yesterday morning—two came in Saturday’s mail.) There are, what, eight mail-delivery days left before Christmas? Nine? I’m feeling mildly unpopular.

No, I’m not really, because: 1. We don’t know very many people who send cards, and 2. We don’t even know that many people. So there’s that.

Of course, I haven’t sent out cards yet. Last year I sent them the day after Christmas; I’m aiming for slightly earlier this year. Not that I even have any cards yet. But I might get some and send them. I have good intentions toward such a goal.

Which brings me to my actual point: exactly zero of the cards we’ve received thus far included letters of any sort. No serious letters bragging on the kids’ SAT scores, no ironic, self-deprecating letters, no updates on babies and their first three teeth. Has the much-maligned “family newsletter” become extinct, quite suddenly and while I wasn’t looking?

Because I like the cheesy letters! I want to know what you’re up to. I want to feel inadequate next to your annual triumphs and achievements. I want to hear how the home improvement projects are coming along, how many AWANA verses the kids have memorized, and whether you’ve taken up Bunco. Really, I do. So please, bring back the cheesy letters!

Or are my four cards not representative of the world of holiday cards in general? Are you all being inundated with letters? Am I the only one missing out?