I don't know about you, but the hardest things for me to toss at the end of Christmas are the Christmas cards that have arrived from across the country throughout the season. I know that keeping them serves no logical purpose, and I know that if I do keep them, I'll end up like my mom with a large shoe box full of 20 years of Christmas cards in my linen closet, still I can't help but squirrel those cards away. People that I know and love - or at least, people that I know - …
