It's that time of year; when I publish my cheery Christmas poem.
Season's Greetings
Hark, the postman's at the door!
Cards fall on the hallway floor
Sent by people we don't see
from January to January.
Wise old Magi, magic star,
red breasted birds - sent from far
and wide - and now the date
has passed to send one back! Too late.
We forgot our Joan and Bill, but still
we were never going in their will.
Tim Fellows December 2020
Merry Christmas Tim (Where's my card from you? 😊)!
ReplyDeleteAm I in your will? :)
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