Poem: I Love Christmas Cards

 I Love Christmas Cards

I love Christmas cards,

Always have,

Always will,

When I was a child

My mother wrote stacks and stacks

Of cards,

Who did she send them to I wondered?

How did she know so many people?

She carefully wrote the addresses,

Signed each card with a personal note,

Affixed the stamps,

Licked the envelopes,

Then mailed the stack two weeks before

Christmas,

And now I do the same,

It is a duty, a compulsion,

A necessary part of the season,

As much as carols, trees, cookies and gifts,

It tells me I am connected

To family and friends,

That meaningful relationships exist,

That time and distant do not

Define love or friendship,

A card is a small thing

Yet it looms large in my life,

Always has,

Always will.