Dear Uncle/ Cousin/ Nephew/ distant friend,
how are you? Where’s this year gone - already at its end
and Christmas upon us. Please excuse the lateness of this note
but I’ve had a bad shock/ dream/ bank balance/ throat.
Doesn’t time fly? Next year I promise to write
and arrange a meet-up. How about Wetherspoon’s/ Tesco’s/ The Isle of Wight?
Jason/ Kevin/ Tara/ Kate did the GCSE’s this summer,
got twelve/ six/ none/ other. Well done to him/ her/ What a bummer!
Family hols were in Tenerife/ Tenby/ the Transit/ Korea.
We swam/ golfed/ argued, got lucky/ arrested/ lost/ diarrhoea.
Peter/ Alice/ Richard/ Jill says she/ he loved/ despised it there
so we’re suing the company/ emigrating/ buying timeshare.
Mother is still working/ grappling/ sleeping with her poodle/ psychiatrist/ debt adviser,
but none of us are getting any younger/ nookie/ richer/ wiser.
That’s all from me, sending joy and peace
from your loving cousin/ uncle/ auntie/ nephew/ niece
for a Christmas that’s happy/ fantastic/ festive/ neat,
and full of seasonal love/ love/ love (no need to delete)
by Jeff Phelps