The Christmas Postman by Alan Williams |
Here comes the welcome Christmas postman His cautious post-van skidding down the snow bound lane Now up our fresh cleared path he strides With Christmas greetings once again |
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It must be nice for those inside With garlands hung on every side With warmth and cheer and more beside And Christmas cards from far and wide |
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The startled dogs leap at the window Excited children scramble towards the festive door The patient fir awaits its star Abandoned trimmings swathe the floor |
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Try as I might I can't recall A Christmas time so sad withal I've had no cards or telephone call Forgotten by friends and family all |
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The postman yields his precious cargo As do the children when mother joins them at the door Concealing gifts from Santa Claus And postmarks she's been waiting for |
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It's my own silly fault I guess Not telling friends my new address Christmas seems to be a mess And now I'm faced with loneliness |
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Each envelope is opened carefully Attentive faces waiting to hear the words inside Some tell the wondrous Christmas tale Each sent with love and more beside |
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The folks from where he lived before Who had his post put through their door The Christmas cards he waited for And could not bear it any more |
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Each card conceals a special meaning Apart from cribs and seasonal verses set in rhyme From those who love us all year round But just say so at Christmas time |
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They found his house, which was quite near And brought his cards and Christmas cheer From all the people he held dear Who thought about him all the year |
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Save
those
greetings, warm inside your memory For dismal days when you feel unloved and on your own Recall the words and those who sent them And then you'll know you're not alone |
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Then postman thought, things aren't so bad I've had a card from mum and dad And all my friends to make me glad It's the best Christmas I've ever had |
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