In the passing years, a gentle decline,
The Christmas cards, once plentiful, are now fewer in line.
In silence, the cards no longer dance,
Once cherished notes, now lost in chance.
A world once filled with ink and cheer,
Now whispers softly, “No more, my dear.
Some souls find solace in the written word.
In the digital era, festive wishes
In this age of screens aglow,
Festive wishes freely flow,
Through WhatsApp’s gentle chime,
E-cards dance in joyful rhyme.
Text messages, a swift embrace,
Social posts, a shared space,
So many paths to spread delight,
In this digital, wondrous light.
To send a note or card with ease,
A simple gesture, a gentle breeze.
In moments fleeting, a thought conveyed,
With just a click, affection displayed.
Gone are the days of cards and ink.
No addresses to check, no time to think.
No frantic runs to the post office door,
No stamps to gather, no worries to score.
Before the last collection, no rush, no race,
Just peace and ease in this quiet space.
