This is from Our Darlings, the British book we’ve spoken of before. I think this poem is very cute!
Now first they saved the money,
And then they went to buy
Their Christmas Cards, some funny,
But all to please the eye.
Then next they found the inkpot
And borrowed Mother’s pen.
Without a single ink-blot
They wrote “good wishes” then.
And then addresses scattered
Across the Cards’ white face,
And then, what really mattered,
A stamp licked in its place.
And then there came the last thing.
They posted them with care,
And sure! on Christmas morning,
Those Cards had all got there.