Christmas cards spill through the letterbox
Postman's feet crunching on the snow
As he walks away sorting through his bag.
I fumble through the cards for your handwriting
Seeking the most important card of all.
Finding your card and feeling Christmas joy
My senses reeling like child with Santa's visit.
Opening the envelope and pulling out the card
There is it, signed by you, "with all my love."
Your words most precious gift, amazing words.
Knowing you never use the word ‘love' except on cards
Greeting cards for birthday and for Christmas
I keep them all, each one a declaration of your love
Words keeping my heart beating, life content and joyous.
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