my Christmas list
for cards
has grown shorter and shorter
with each year.
people disappear.
it's whittled down
to eleven now.
down from an even dozen
because
I said her fruitcake
was stale. I guess I won't
ever see it again,
which will make the post
man happy,
when he delivers his
mail.
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