Remember the Warners?
You probably don’t unless you read this (click for a blog I did roughly a year ago).
In short, we received a Christmas card last year from a sweet looking family. A beautiful card. A happy little boy. Some heartfelt Christmas wishes sent from our “friends”. The Warners.
Problem was, we had no holy idea who they were.
We struggled over it. Wracked our collective brains. Emptied the coffers of memory lane and came up with…nuthin’.
I felt badly that I hadn’t sent them a card. Because clearly (considering the hand-written address on front — an address found for us despite the fact that we’ve moved a bajillion times in the last four years), clearly they were someone we knew.
I was sure Husband was forgetting someone. He, I’m sure, thought the same of me.
So, I dutifully hung the Warners card with our others. And did a blog, hoping maybe one of you might recognize them. You didn’t.
The Warners. Circa 2009.
You know where this is headed, right?
Guess who remembered us this year.
The Warners. Circa 2010.
Can you believe it? It appears our dear friends Kim and Brian made Bryson a big brother this year! Congratulations Kim and Brian!
A new baby and still Kim makes time to send the annual Christmas card to her dear friends Chez Swooper.
Seriously.
WTF?
Who are these people?
Husband and I can hardly stand it. He was convinced, again, that it was someone I know…
You’re the one, they know. What with your 453 close, personal Facebook friends…
I’ll give him that I have a lot of “friends” via Facebook but I’m also damn sure that if any single one of them sent me a Christmas card I would certainly know who they were. Especially when they give a last name (2009) and then all the first names in 2010. No doubt.
I. don’t. know. them.
I worked on convincing Husband it was a vendor of his from work. Some random guy scoring some points when he asked his poor wife, Kim, to throw our name on a list once Husband took this new job and we moved back to the Boston area.
No dice. Husband’s sure.
So, we resorted to the source of all mystery solving.
We Googled them.
B-r-i-a-n W-a-r-n-e-r.
Ummm.
No. Probably not that Brian Warner.
Anyway, here we are. Again. Remembered by this nice family from mail-routing-location BOSTON. This nice family who took the time (again) to send us a card despite the clearly busy lives they must have, what with new baby Chase and keeping up with toddler Bryson and all.
I think I love you, Warners. You are kind and giving and I appreciate that you cared about us.
I hope you send me a card next year even thought I suck and have never, ever sent you one in return.
But, I guess you never ask for that, do you?
Because you, my Warner family mystery friends?
You know the true meaning of Christmas.
Confessions of a Serial Swooper 
Do they actually put your name on there? Is it a previous realtor? Or car salesman? I am baffled. Totally baffled. I am racking my brain to figure out who could be sending you such a special card, and I don’t even know you!!!
I read about a psychology professor who sent random people Christmas cards to see if the people would send them back.
http://goo.gl/II1Nr – under the Reciprocity heading
“a professor sent Christmas cards to a number of people he didn’t even know but he was very surprised of the number of people that simply did send a Christmas card back to him, without investigating who he was. ”
Maybe you’re part of a study?
I would have thought you correct but, unfortunately, the Warners don’t include a return address. But, despite the fact that I don’t know them AT ALL, there’s no doubt that IF the card had a return address I would SURELY have sent them one by now.
and this? just one of the reasons i don’t do xmas cards.
(loved yours though…)
Ummm…hello. Kim? That’s me! Merry Christmas! Where’s my card??!?!?
Kim! So funny. Husband actually said “don’t you have a blog friend named Kim?” “Yes” I said. And then I went on to tell him about the ballerinas and where you lived and your husband and what you look like and…well, then he stopped listening.
That is so funny! What a great story!
This is hilarious.
Very few posts make me laugh out loud but this did.
I think the act of posting their card online is damn ballsy. Good work!
Glad you liked the post. Thank you!
No tie to Cranky Crankerson. Just something my parents used to say to me when I was unruly.
Just looked at your blog as well. Do you mind my asking about your connection to Kyron? Such a horribly sad story.