After a working life in the retail food trade, It made me so tired and grumpy that I hate all the fuss and cost of Christmas now.
This year I have got my excuse in early.......
Your Letter to Santa
Well, you knew that Christmas was coming,
And you knew what you wanted the most,
So you dashed off a letter to Santa, and,
Took it down to the box to post.
Now you'd think that the next part was easy.
And your letter would be processed quite fast,
By one of the army of helpers,
As has happened in Christmases' past.
But alas things are not quite that simple,
And your letter might get stuck in a jam,
For no longer are letters hand sorted,
And yours might just get treated as spam.
It's all due to privatisation.
Modernisation is here.
The service now run by robots,
Who can only read writing that's clear.
If the address is in capital letters,
Using black ink, and the envelope's white,
Then it might get directed to Santa's sack,
To be dispatched in the dead of the night.
But, if the writing is a little bit shaky, or,
The stamp is not in the right spot.
Maybe the envelope's crumpled, or,
Perhaps you have missed off a dot.
Then, your letter might just get rejected,
Pushed away to one side.
Stored a sack for resorting,
After the busy Christmastide.
But there is a way round your dilemma,
As to whether you letter gets there.
You can pay more than triple the postage,
And track it from your comfortable chair.
So, if you wake up Christmas morning,
Expecting something from me.
But your stocking is completely empty,
And there is nothing under your tree.
Don't have a moan at old Santa,
Or think that is me that's forgotten.
Just blame the new postal service,
For modernisation is rotten.
Merry Christmas Everybody.
© 2017 Tony R Turner (ARPoet)