She enjoyed decorating for the season
memories gently removed from tissue paper,
placed about the room.
Christmas cards from years gone by
ornaments of glass and styrofoam
some misshapen, now glitter bare.
Each year’s new wreath carefully selected
artificial greens bedecked in happines
meant to last well beyond her window.
And as Epiphany dawned
she readied herself for church
donned this year’s circle of golden stars.
Her wreath of choice, her Sunday hat.
And she wore the Christmas spirit
well beyond the new year.
In response to the Daily Photo Challenge to let a familiar shape, the circle, inspire you. Poem motivated by photo, taken at the White House December 2015.
lillian the home poet 
a beautiful tribute to the season’s end. I really love how it ends with the wreath and the hat and Christmas spirit. 🙂
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Wouldn’t it be fun to wear a Christmas wreath on our heads for a hat? I’d do it all the way to March! 🙂
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Oh my God yes! My neighbors had such fancy wreaths. I would wear one of theirs and the ones with battery operated lights too! I’d walked around with an evergreen halo 🙂
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You had me at … memories gently removed from tissue paper… such a great description!
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