I Am a Christmas Card

I’m sent towards the end of the year,

to aid in spreading Christmas cheer.

Tattoo me with an address,

it’s my delight, I must confess.

Stamp my right top corner,

on my journey, a blessed, joy, sojourner!

Caressing other cards along the way,

until I make it in a mailbox to stay,

for a day, maybe two if they forget,

to check the mailbox, because then I’ll not-so-patiently sit.

Waiting to be collected, opened and enjoy the fridge, or fireplace top view,

until the season is over and through.

Then, I may be saved, or stored, or not,

sometimes the trash is my final lot.