This is the story of a room Buzzing with activity each day. Mails flew in, Mails flew out. Others – stacked like hay! Some mails were good, others bad. And when there was a conflict, the room went sad. The mean ones were plenty- found everywhere. Overpowered the good ones-caused despair! Mailboxes lined the door ‘Today’ overflowed,’ Past’ was overburdened. ‘Future’ held the dreams; some undelivered many left unopened. ‘Hope’ though kept asking for more This made it a healthy room for sure! And then the Storm arrived in town The mails fluttered in grief; The Door shut, the Windows vanished No sign of hope or relief! No helping hand, no place to go, No long lost love, no one they know. However, the season changed soon Happy mails buzzed in the room! The sun shone, the flowers bloomed. Music sailed, the angels danced. Rainbows smiled, reindeers pranced. Every mail was stamped with a smile An extra letter, takes you the ...