Aw, hell no. I send out cards about every five years, just becauseI want to. I grew up in a culture of obligation and reciprocity, where copious notes were made on who sent what, how personal the cards were (photos, expensive, generic, sparkles ooh, tacky!) or not. What was the level of relationship, family, friends, business, etc. date of arrival, stuff like that. It was a nightmare time of year as my mother freaked out for weeks, imagining slights, deciding who to slight, and so on. Now, I love getting some cards, and sometimes I enjoy sending them. Pretty sure my holidays are much happier than hers ever were.