christmas newsletters

Are the best worst thing ever. You know the letters you get sent by families that moved away, usually to Hampshire, years ago that you no longer speak to? Actually, they're almost better when you do still see them so you know the girlfriend of spotty teenage Tom/Gordon/Alex has been an ex for six months and that the photo of the mother and author is 5 years older than all the others. I don't think I've even met this family and am pretty dubious whether any of my family have either:
11 year old son: "Shooting regularly with School."
Mother: "Proud owner of a 12 bore shotgun." Fucking hell.