Mr. Passport

I have this Mr. Passport.

I went to the post office on the busiest mailing day of the 

Christmas season to put in my application

 and get photographed.

I got it in the mail in early January.

It was a fun envelope to open.

It was hope with a government stamp.

Like, "Here! Go travel somewhere awesome!"

Since then it has sat in our fireproof safe.

Just sitting there.

Getting all indignant.

Now Mr. Passport is like 

"Yo. Whassup with the box?

I need STAMPS.

Like COOL ones.

This box is TINY.

And not any fun."

I know.

I feel your pain Mr. Passport.

Soon I hope...

I will get you your stamp.