Thoughts While Writing Out Christmas Cards


Into the mail box
the cards are delivered,
angels, a manger, the star and a lamb
as the rural carrier makes her rounds

listening to the plaintive sounds
the bleats of sheep
the clopping of camels
the shuffle of sandals

coming from the sack of mail
as yet undelivered;
driving her route
stopping at each little tin box

placing deep into the darkness
the donkeys, the sheep,
the wise men, the shepherds
the star

while perched on the dash
a plastic cup o’Starbuck
emanating a hint of hazelnut
and just a touch of myrrh.




About toritto

I was born during year four of the reign of Emperor Tiberius Claudius on the outskirts of the empire in Brooklyn. I married my high school sweetheart, the girl I took to the prom and we were together for forty years until her passing in 2004. We had four kids together and buried two together. I had a successful career in Corporate America (never got rich but made a living) and traveled the world. I am currently retired in the Tampa Bay metro area and live alone. One of my daughters is close by and one within a morning’s drive. They call their pops everyday. I try to write poetry (not very well), and about family. Occasionally I will try a historical piece relating to politics. :-)
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2 Responses to Thoughts While Writing Out Christmas Cards

  1. exoticnita54 says:

    That’s the magic of Christmas 🎄 for you..

    Liked by 1 person

  2. beetleypete says:

    I posted my cards yesterday, Frank. Plenty of stars and reindeers, santas, and cute dogs. My annual effort to keep in touch with far-flung friends and family, rarely seen anymore. Our stamps are expensive now, but the local postman (small red van, cheery smile, working hard in all weathers) deserves his pay.
    Best wishes, Pete.

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