Her brain was feeling addled
There were things she’d rather do instead
But with postcards she was saddled.
I wonder, thought she, as she gazed
At the lengthy Christmas list
Whether many friends would be dismayed
If their names were dropped or missed?
It’s far too hot to walk outside
To the Post Office and queue
But cool indoors - so I decide
This year emails will do!
(c) Poet in the woods 2014
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