Hardly can find the time
to sit down and prepare
a list of names dear to me
I'll send joy everywhere
My old address book
reveals and surrenders...
It is stuffed with labels
from previous senders
Some of the intended
are stationary residents
in one place since forever
others are transients
With solid purpose I proceed
signed with love…from us all
licked and stamped in haste
Postman, be prompt... do not stall
Only a few days to go
before Christmas Eve...
Cards are on their way
my anxiety is relieved
12/20/09
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