christmas card
from the Shell Gas Station
up the street
where Billy Bob inspects my
truck once
a year.
the paper is thick, bonded,
not that cheap
paper they use when you buy
a box of fifty generic cards
at the dollar store.
i need two hands to open
it up.
it's a glossy red with white
snow flakes
falling down.
this card is musical too.
it plays the andy williams
version of silent night,
which always brings a tear
to my eyes.
and get this,
it doubles as a tree ornament.
i may never throw it away.
i feel bad though, because i haven't
sent them
a card this year, or any year
for that matter.
but my list is so long now.
the paint store,
the maid,
the dog walker,
my insurance agent
my dentist
my massage therapist
my optometrist
my plumber
my exterminator
i owe them all a card.
good lord.
the pressure.
maybe next year.
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