On holidays, the texts will fly;
Good wishes will begin.
There is no need to wonder why;
That’s how it’s always been
At least since texting was a thing;
Before that, cards were sent.
The mailman was the one to bring
Somebody’s good intent.
It’s strange it takes a holiday
For people to connect,
But that’s become the common way
And what you would expect.
Yet still, it’s nice to hear that ding
And see upon the screen
A greeting that your phone does bring
From one you’ve hardly seen.
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