I used to walk out to a box to retrieve mail.
But I'd rather get it instantly, than wait on the snail!

Checking my e-mail is always fun!
I usually get a joke or greeting from someone.

I feel so blessed because on the other end,
I know I've connected with a friend!

And to this friend I hope I've let them know
That I am always there for them also! 
 

Isn't it a strange kind of bond we form?
It isn't exactly like the "norm"!

But, where is it written, face to face we must be,
For you to be a very good friend to me??

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GANGSTER

The police phoned the lad early today,

have you done wrong, I had to say?,

No, he said, not to my knowledge,

Good i said, because you will get porridge.

He was shaking, and he looked worried,

dont worry, my dear the police cant be hurried.

I went shopping, with the best driver Roy,

I said that i think the lad has been a bad boy.

When we arrived back, he had been taken away,

Fraud they said, oh no, what did i say,

He said three burly geezers came banging his door,

they came to his work, seems they want more.

Our boss, she thought he'd been abducted,

she took down the number plate, that was constructive.

She phoned the police to report this crime,

little did she know, it was him going to do time.

He spent a whole hour locked in a cell,

he has complained of this, to us he did tell.

If this is true, he must be going through hell,

Hope its all a mistake, only time will tell.

The trouble is, he is only a lad that is young,

you can't tell lads, when they are having fun.

They can not learn from others mistakes,

no matter what law, they will brake.

THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS
(A VISIT FROM ST. NICHOLAS)
by Clement Clarke Moore
 

'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that ST. NICHOLAS soon would be there;

The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads;
And mamma in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled down for a long winter's nap,

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below,
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer,

With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;

"Now, DASHER! now, DANCER! now, PRANCER and VIXEN!
On, COMET! on CUPID! on, DONNER and BLITZEN!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!"

As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky,
So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of toys, and St. Nicholas too.

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my hand, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound.

He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;
A bundle of toys he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack.

His eyes -- how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow;

The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath;
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
That shook, when he laughed like a bowlful of jelly.

He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk,
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose;

He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,
"HAPPY CHRISTMAS TO ALL, AND TO ALL A GOOD-NIGHT."