'Twas the night before Christmas
in an unknown town,
and an old man nicknamed “Coop”
had sat himself down.
He'd gotten his mail and through
it all he did sift,
and each bill-like letter
made him look a bit miffed.
He set them aside
and chose instead to read through
the cards he'd been sent that had
pictures in them too.
Ones with friends he hadn't seen
for quite a long while.
Seeing those old faces with
fam'lies made him smile.
Some cards let him know who
was still hanging around,
while others let him know
who was now in the ground.
Such things were the norm when one
reached his advanced years.
But his mem'ries of them helped