Dear Ermentrude, I thought we had agreed
to only purchase presents for the kiddies,
but thank you for the scarf. Just what I need!
And such a San Diego pattern--squiddies!

***

Dear Ethelred, we did declare détente
last year regarding presents, did we not?
You're sweet! You made me proud of having brought
nothing, with your gift no one could want!

Getting Well, Soon

I thank you for the whiskey – every ounce -
But since the fatal crash I’ve stopped my drinking.
I really know that it’s the thought that counts,
But I can’t figure out what you were thinking!

Edited because I left a word out which buggered up the meter

[This message has been edited by Jerry Glenn Hartwig (edited December 23, 2006).]

Thank you, Ann! If truth be told,
your basket was incredible!
[Twenty pounds of fruit so old
that none of it was edible!]

I love them! Thank you, Joe! I'll eat
them with great pleasure! [What's
he up to, writing "Sweets to the sweet"
across this can of nuts?]

FORM THANK-YOU NOTE

Thank you for your [fill in gift].
I've always wanted one!
It gave my spirits quite a lift,
but when all's said and done

what filled my heart with greater cheer
was having you attend
my [fill in the occasion here],
my [loved one/colleague/friend].

I thank you for the sausage tray
though I'm a vegetarian
and the weights you bought me on E-Bay
and an octogenarian

And while these gifts were nice of you
I'd really like to ask you why
you haven't got the slightest clue
my name's not spelled G-E-R-I.

To my Boy Scout nephew, Randall--
Thank you for the four-hour candle
for emergencies! I know
that if the power grid should blow,
I'll have light! [Yup, I'll have plenty.
Just last month, you sold me twenty.]

Dear boss:

Thank you for the Christmas card
a sign of workplace fellowship
- with words as polished as the Bard's,
upon a freshly minted pink slip.




[This message has been edited by Jerry Glenn Hartwig (edited December 23, 2006).]

The centipede writes:

It can’t be easy buying for the dorso-ventrally flattened,
so thank you most sincerely for the lovely woollen hat and
scarf. I must admit to peering rather fearfully at the box.
Last Christmas all I got was socks and socks and socks and socks.

"Thanks for the gift. It didn't fit.
It had a hole and smelled like shit.
In lousy taste and poorly made,
a waste of every cent you paid,
unworthy of its box and wrap,
the ultimate in flimsy crap,
and yet I prize it like no other
gift I've gotten.
.....................[Love,
.........................[ Your Mother."

Roger

You win. *grin*

Happy Holidays, all!