I miss Christmas cards. Real Christmas cards. The kind that had pictures of frosty forests and little animals gathered around a tree, or Santa and his reindeer making their rounds, or baby Jesus with Mary and Joseph and the wise men and the stars, or a jolly snowman with bunny rabbits and chipmunks gathered ’round. Some scene that lives in our collective memory. These days we get lots of pictures of peoples’ children, which is lovely in itself, but there’s something missing that was carried in those old cards, back before our personal lives began displacing our shared experience and memory.