Rescuing Christmas Ornaments

 

 

I washed the mud out of her hair, and

scraped mud off his pant leg.

The one armed man was happy to be saved

for Christmas, there will be so few brethren

this year.

Gone is the photo of Daniel from 2nd grade

mounted on a wooden ring,  the straw

fish ornaments I so loved are mere piles

of straw, my very first ornament, the silver

rocket ship destroyed.

So, the few dangle outside on a clothes hanger

practicing for the real gig soon, to hang gloriously

on a fragrant Christmas tree branch.