We all get them - the annual Christmas letters summarizing the writer's past year's highs, lows, and in-betweens. Often I read them and, I must confess, sometimes I don't. It depends in part on when I see them. If I discover them on a weeknight after I get home from work, I'm less likely to read them than if I discover them on a weekend, when I can approach everything more leisurely. If they are from my wife's friends, I'm less likely to read them than if they are from mine. If they are long with no pictures, I'm less likely to read them than if they are short with photos.