I hate the bloody things, hate buying 'em, writing 'em, finding my address book (that is only now used for this purpose!) and sticking the bloody stamps on 'em.
Also hate the way no matter what I do, my house draped in cards always looks like a confused old lady with droopy drawers round her ankles.
My Mum has very posh friends. They buy cards costing different amounts according to the status of the receiver (cheap and cheerful for the milkman, the gardener, etc; Fun and possibly something cut out/stuck on for the kids to choke on ; M&S best for teachers, neighbours and distant family; Individual high quality printed massive things for people who will invite you to their Christmas soiree so you can look as though you send those to everyone you like). Her house looks even posher with her expensive cards ranged around, with artfully placed glass baubles and holly, everything glinting enticingly in candlelight.
I've refused to display cards for a couple of years (although Mum always hands hers over in person, then personally picks it out of the pile I've chucked it on and aranges it artfully on my mantelpiece in amongst the Playmobil specials, lost bits of lego and half eaten Swizzels Drumstick lolly).
Together, we will fight the good fight and refuse all truck with cards.
[hgrin]