The postie crunches up the steps
Frost-wary, through driving snow
He bears xmas cards on his back
The annual load of greetings, of re-attachments
Out from the envelopes
Prance reindeer, robins, angels, plum puddings
A scrawl, a letter, a quick hug of memory
Some greetings come by e-mail
Via an attachment, no less. Instantly, I delete them
Like taking a bath with your socks on
Greetings at three removes
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