Season’s greetings, says the letter
from overseas, the same as the year before
which seem only yesterday
No tears for the fleeting time
Neighbors moving in and out overnight
no time to be acquainted with
as the post buries in seconds in the mass of new ones
One must crawl out often from the burrow
to observe the world with keen eyes,
or be outdated soul like discarded junk mail
yet, turtle like me is still kicking,
struggling to catch up with packaging and mailing
As being Crosby sings let it snow
goodness is in the air
like morning coffee aroma
like new followers on the social media
Bake some cookies for the new neighbor,
catch up, and I live that much more.

(by Byung A. Fallgren)