I write a Christmas poem every year. I’ve been trying for two weeks to write my annual poem. I’ve got pages and pages of really bad poetry. Nothing is coming. The monster called 2020 has eaten all good poetry and I’m left with stale gingerbread cookies. In the middle of being frustrated, I had an idea to make a profile for an online dating website. I may not have a nice Christmas poem, but hopefully at least one person can get a good laugh with my attempt at online dating.
Open the dating website. Get scared. Close the window.
Imagine getting a really good kiss. Open the dating website.
Wonder how many people get murdered every year from folks they met online.
Close the window. Call your friend. The one who met her husband online.
Be brave. Open the dating website. Again.
Read the terms and conditions.
What? There’s a cost.
Close the window. Call your friend. The one who met her husband at church.
Do you know any single men?
Merry Christmas!
2021 will be better. It’s going to be the best year for me and the best year for you.
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