When I was young mail was on time,
Letters sent arrived,
No mailman stokd from the mail.
In the Heike household of my youth,
Every year my dear mom would say,
This year Christmas will be small,
In Macon Georgia one of the postman steals from post boxes!
There isn’t any honor if what is sent to loved ones is stollen!
Jesus Christ, there is Nothing Merry in stollen gifts!
We always had small cool gifts,
One large one (gift)and fruit,
Mother would do a huge meal for us,
Meat, mashed potatoes,
Green beans creamed,gravy,
Green and black olives for fingers,
Pumkin and apple pie,
And for afternoon card playing munching moms bridge mix and hot cider,
The apples cut and froze with fixings on,
This is my first year without knowing mom and Ellen lived somewhere.
As long as I breath I will miss them and wish my half sister their murder dead.
I sent three things to Georgia,
Three the last one stollen by a mail man,
We have lost other things.
I order online from Walmart,see,
Large stuff Walmart sends by FedEx,
Some stuff comes from their manufacture and arrive in the mail.
He things mailed are never seen again.
Thriftbook ordered Always arrive,