Oh no… more brain-teasers!

What do you call a haunted chicken?
Poultry-geist

Hey, I thought I would do a quick update. I just sent some more brain-teaser cards in the mail.

Before you ask…YES Real cards that go in a real mailbox!

I’m tired of the usual mail I get and thought I would create something fun for people to get in the mail.

I’ve realized I’m a little old fashioned because of some things that I have experienced over the last year or so. I get messages and chats with videos in them and I don’t always open them or finish them. I like reading more than watching because it gives me time to think about the message.

I would rather read a book than watch television.

I would rather read an email or posting than watch a video.

An interesting thing about email I’ve noticed is that if it doesn’t capture my attention by telling me a story it goes to the bottom of the pile.

Something else I’ve noticed is that at work my boss and I communicate by email several times a day. They are very short email.

Well I went a little off topic there…

If want some brain-teasers delivered to your physical mailbox let me know.

danwrites.ca/brain-teasers/

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‘Twas the Month Before Christmas

My musings this week lead me to write my first Christmas poem.  The ending is a little week and the poem is still a work in progress. I hope you enjoy it and I welcome your feedback.

Cheers,
Dan

‘Twas the month before Christmas

Grammas and grandpas, uncles and aunts were planning with glee

Christmas gifts for under the tree

Skates for Suzie

An e-book for Ned

A dolly for Tasha

Maybe a tablet instead

 

Parcels were packed

Cards were signed

And Monday morning they woke to find

Their gift sending in a bind

 

No mail was moving

Not even an inch

The mail was frozen like the heart of a Grinch

The mail would not move by foot or by car

Not by plane or by train

Not by truck or by bike

The posties were on strike

 

They cried for benefits

For hours and pay

And in the warehouse the mail would stay

Until they got their way

 

A ruling was made up on the hill

To work the posties must go

So to work they show but ever so slow

No smaller do the mountains of parcels grow

 

Now brothers in arms

Block the way

Continuing the delay

The unions are holding our nation at bay

 

Caring not for sobs and sighs

Or the little one’s cries

Ruining Christmas for those far away

Alas what a sad day

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