I'm looking at a last-year's card
For the postman hasn't been,
But it is a very pretty card
With this lovely old Christmas scene.
Bundled up against the cold,
Casting winter shadows long,
Down a lane a family walks
Towards a Christmas long since gone.
Fields lie warm beneath the snow,
Trees stand tall against the sky,
A robin sits upon a fence
Watching the people struggle by.
Outside my window it's like that card;
The snowy scene is just the same,
But here inside I'm hopping mad
'Cos the gritter never came.
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