Sometimes I wonder why we get so many and some years
I think shall I send any.
Then they start coming through the door and before you know
it there's a pile on the floor.
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And sometimes a Christmas card is the only contact we have with people. Nothing all year round and then.....come Christmas, we hear from them again! A lovely poem, as usual, Sylvie. Love, Fran xxxx
A very wise poem, Sylvia. Sending Christmas cards is a lovely custom, but they should be a witness to the real reason for this season. Wonderful message. Take care. Love, Sandra
Absolutely awesome Sylvia! An instant classic!