But I had to finish my December poem. Some tiny changes and punctuation:
With scissors, knife and sticky tape
And a roll of garden wire
We took cardboard, corrugated and plain,
and made a cylinder as tall as me.
Red crepe paper wrapped all round,
some cotton wool for snow on top
and for the finishing touches,
the times of collection on the front.
The postmen got used to it
And popped the Christmas cards inside.
Bills were few and far between
And could wait awhile...
On Christmas Eve, it was brought inside
The lid removed,the envelopes scooped out
And opened. Too late if you forgot
Great Aunt Maud or the friend you made on holiday.
It's Xmas Eve. Hooray! Too Late!