This very clever holiday postcard was received from one of our members. But the text took up so much room that they had to leave their name off it!

Landed safely and our FIRST MOVE was to STEPACROSS the runway, through the TUNNEL, to find our holiday rep NELSON FLICK. ACCORDION to him we should have been catching the TRAIN, but my wife, the little SEDUCER, slipped him a BACKHANDER and persuaded him to get us a car. While we were waiting we decided to have some lunch, which was grilled OCTOPUS, some PRETZELS, and a hot cup of COLUMBIAN tea from a china TEAPOT. The car arrived and it was a jeep. We said we wanted a HATCHBACK, as jeeps throw you from SIDE TO SIDE and one of us could finish with a NECKBREAK if we were to CATAPULT from it. He COMBed the area but couldn’t find one, so we went on the coach. The lady driver, CYNTHIA PRETZEL, was a maniac as she kept making the coach SWAY. We were up and down like a YO-YO, and a BASKET in the overhead rack fell onto my SHOULDER, SLIDING to the floor. The owner was furious as his matchstick models of a WINDMILL and a WURLITZER organ were ruined. He hit the emergency stop button so hard it made 2 LADY’S SPIN and also a MANSPIN, who were in the aisle. A Russian passenger called AndrovaPUSH SPINofski jumped out of his seat. He kicked the BASKET back and shouted in broken English, “It’s caused no ARM, JIVE on driver.