! On Not Sending Christmas Cards Poem by Michael Shepherd

! On Not Sending Christmas Cards

Rating: 2.7


Dear Friends –
for friends you are, and friends
you will remain –

I’m not sending any cards this year –
so of course, I do not deserve to receive any,
by the human law of tit for tat…

So if you’re sending me a card
because you sent me one last year
and think I’ll notice if you don’t -
don’t bother.

If you’re sending me a card
just because I sent you one last year-
I don’t want it. Just don’t bother..

If you’re sending me a card
because we haven’t seen each other all the year,
maybe we should arrange to meet? Or
maybe we simply haven’t anything more
to say to each other?
Maybe we’re happier leaving it that way?
Don’t bother with a card..

If you're sending me a card
because - it's part of Chrismas fun -
and open hearts, and memories -
then, bless us every one...

If you’re sending me a card
because you never sent one before
and feel the urge – I’ll be delighted;
and if you don’t get one in return –
rest assured, that I’ll remember, and
we’ll probably soon meet;
and know: you have enrolled yourself
as my friend, anyway,
by that warming thought..

If you’re sending me a card
because you have me so deep
implanted in your heart
that your love for me is beyond a printed word –
then that’s the way that I reciprocate your love,
how could I not? Just don’t expect mere words –

though there’s a chance
a poem may wing its way one day
as whitest swans and downy doves
know in the air and space above
their heart’s true home..

for, if ever, for however short a time
you were my friend, or I to you – you are that
always. Always. This
is what the heart is for.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM

I have a cunning plan. I just don't tell anybody my address, so they don't send me cards, so I don't have to send them any the next yeart. Clever huh? Happy Christmas sweetheart. t x

0 0 Reply
Alison Cassidy 19 December 2007

Michael, you always managed to say something I wish I'd thought of first. May your Christmas be a celebration of that star which is always there, even on the darkest nights... fondly always, Allie xxxx

1 0 Reply
David Taylor 19 December 2007

I am not sending you Christmascard I don't have your street address. I'm not sending you a present to open, not like, and get depressed. No socks or bars of soap to convey a sweet scent of hope. Not a bottle of wine for an inebriated time. Just this little verse that's full up to the brim of good wishes and as much love as it can possibly ever bring. David

2 0 Reply
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
Michael Shepherd

Michael Shepherd

Marton, Lancashire
Close
Error Success