Christmas Cards Poem by Darwin Henry Beuning
Christmas Cards
A joy, but once a year.
Sending out Christmas Cards
To family and friends
Spreading holiday cheer!
Cards received, displayed in my home.
Ones recently received,
And those from long ago.
The ones from my mother
Who left this world
Seven years ago.
Her loving notes,
Ending with X's and O's.
" Ones, recently received" i'd move comma ahead two words. :) i have memories of " Mom" , but no cards. memories take up less space. My favorite cards are the ones containing money. bri :) to MyPoemList
I think it's great that you still send out Christmas cards, keeping the post office in business. I quit sending them maybe thirty years ago, and just think of all the postage I've saved! You also used to work for the post office, something you and Bri Edwards have in common. (Maybe that can be the subject of your next poem!)
Kim, yes I enjoyed being a letter carrier (Mailman) . Worked out of the Sugar House post office (Zone 5 mail) . But, after 7 months I transferred to a File Clerk job with the Veterans Administration. I stayed with them 18 years. The job - a level surface and no dogs! !
Your Christmas cards are beautiful. Thank you for Christmas wishes! Wow1 Wow!
Thank you for the comment! ! Christmas is my favorite time of year.
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here is mine from 2006: Christmas Cards...... [keeping In Touch At 'The Holidays'; Personal; Short] At Christmas time I have NO tree. NO colored lights are lit by me. But, when mailbox I open, I’m especially hopin’....... that cards from a few..... good friends I’ll see. Cards often have small pieces of art, even, at times, thoughts from the heart of some member of the cast..... of the addressee’s own past, keeping them linked...... though they’re apart bri :)
Bri, Grand poem, thanks for sharing! ! ! !