Under the cover of darkness
The annual trek has begun,
Sent out by my wife because,
She says delivering cards is not fun.
Off I go into the night conspicuously
With my hat shielding my face,
Like a demon of the night I deliver
These Christmas cards at a rapid pace.
But not to be fooled by nosy neighbours
Who welcome me in for a festive drink,
One after another like a pub crawl
my head spins and I begin to think.
As I return home to find many cards I didn't get
Because our super fast neighbours sent them on the
internet.
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