Christmas Cards Poem by Shaun Cronick

Of all the Christmas customs,
That I've known and loved for years.
The one of sending Christmas cards,
Is the one that really cheers.

There's a certain sort of something,
That glows for many a day.
When you get a Christmas greeting,
From a friend who's far away.

You've always meant to keep in touch,
But years go by so fast.
And suddenly you're amazed to find,
Another year has passed.

But the sight of familiar writing,
On the table in the hall.
Is better than a brand new shirt,
For that exotic New Year's ball.

When pictures of the children,
Grown so awfully cute and sweet.
Tumble from the envelope,
Your joy is quite complete.

You wonder how you stayed away,
From friends who are so dear.
And vow to try to visit them,
Sometime this coming year.

The age-old Christmas greetings,
In attractive Christmas art.
Awakens thoughts you've always kept,
So deep within your heart.

The glow spreads out to others,
As you take your pen in hand.
Sending a card to other friends,
All scattered across the land.

The pictures of a tiny babe,
Born in that manger low.
Bring closer to your heart,
That birth so many years ago.

And your spirit is refreshed,
Your mind and heart grow clean.
As you bow in humble homage,
To that sacred manger scene.

Then you pile them in a basket,
Trimmed with ornaments or greens.
Or fasten them to ribbons,
To display the Christmas scenes.

But whatever way you show them,
They're like a friendly meeting.
Or a voice across the miles,
In a heart-felt Christmas greeting.

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