Dear Santa

photo credit: Liverpool Echo

Val‘s Scavenger Hunt – 7th prompt
Write an Epistle Poem to Santa. The Epistle Poem is written as a letter. It can be a direct address, intimate or formal. The form is flexible – from free verse to rhyming couplets to a sonnet. The audience can be internal or external. The Epistle Poem is often used for moral, political or religious discourse.

P.S. This is all true, and if you haven’t seen me saying something on your post, that has been the problem on spam, I believe.

Spam Update

Thank you written in chips

It looks as if my spam woes have been resolved!

A big thank you to everyone who fished me out and dragged me dripping from your spam folders this week, frequently clutching a pile of repeated comments. Dusted down and dried out, you kindly unspammed my messages, and now 🤞 normal service has been resumed.

I’m not sure if those ‘Happiness Engineers’ had a hand in it. They didn’t say. But anyway, I’m happily back to making my usual round of visits, reading and commenting on your wonderful words 😊

See you soon!

Have a great weekend!

Let me out!!

A picture of a tin of spam

Have you noticed I’ve been a bit quiet on the comments front?

Have I just popped in a ‘like’ and run away?

Well, it looks like my witty quips and encouraging asides may have gone astray. It seems they may have been swept up into your spam folder. But I have no idea why.

It hasn’t happened to all of them but it started at 1a.m. PST on Tuesday 12 October. I’ve dropped a note to a few folk and those who’ve seen and checked have found my missing words in their spam folders (thank you all! 😊🙏).

I’ve contacted the ‘Happiness Engineers’ too.

For contributors to Sadje’s WDYS, to Di at Pensitivity 101‘s Wednesday 3TC, Denise’s happy band of Sixerians, and anyone who regularly hears from me, if you see a ‘like’ but no comment, it’s a pound to a penny my comment is in your spam… if you have a moment, please track it down and approve it. Maybe then Askimet will stop whisking my words away and hiding them.

I don’t know how long this will last… but please don’t think I’m ignoring you. I’m missing our happy exchanges already. 😢

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photo credit: Liverpool Echo