Not this year but many years ago,
I received a princess dress and a special set
of stones which, when put in some kind of solution
turned into little plastic gems.
What happened to them?
No trace of them remains.
I see them in the palm of my hand
as in a dream.
What other insight have I to give on a day like this? The church seems emptier, true. Who here still believes the words we repeat? Not I. And who really likes turkey? I don't. Who really means thank you? I do, I still do. And the tree is more beautiful than ever. But the gemstones, what of them? I think of them as I amass my small pile of cherished gifts, worth more in money and practicality than plastic rubies. Where did they go?
Did they dissolve, perhaps, when we stopped leaving out mince pies, and a glass of milk?
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