In the spirit of giving,
and to show that I care,
I have decided to play along by making a card,
but the only question is "Where?"

"My dear pals," I say with a smile,
"My card is coming,
from the Rockies,
high over a mile."

With my new camera,
a smell of debonair,
I set off today to make one
in a way none of you dare.

I looked all around
to find the best spot,
not to be distracted
by Colorado's infamous problem with pot.

I settled on a place
near the great ski slope,
and here I ran back to my room
full of glee like a complete dope.

In my room, making my card
with Metallica making a racket,
with my girls Ryoko and Washu on my desktop
both wearing an orange life jacket.

I open up GIMP
and get to work fast,
I know this euphoria
will surely not last.

A clip here, a paste there,
Cut by color, enter the text.
Completion of my card is eminent,
I shall not be hexed.

My work completed
I give out a sigh,
and no more than an hour
has passed me by.

Do not despair,
do not make inquiry.
This is just how I roll,
and no-one will be weary.

But the time has come,
my card is done,
"Have a festive winter season,
from Krbyfan1."