Friday, December 15, 2017
Haiku Friday: The Tree (and more)
I do love this time of year.
My own tradition is to get a tree, put it up, and wait a while before decorating it. I love that time period, too-- there is something wonderful about having a tree, a living tree, in the house. It is unexpected and weird, and it fits the time of Advent, this period of waiting. And the smell! I stand by it in the morning and just breathe it in...
Let's haiku today about our favorite decorations, be it a tree or an ornament or menorah or whatever. Here, I will go first:
The gray Christmas mouse
Lived each year by the clock, 'til
A real mouse ate it.
True story-- that happened. Now it is your turn! Just use the 5/7/5 syllable formula, and have some fun!
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Great-grandmom’s Santa.
Worn red velvet, lead boots. Ties
me to my Moma.
’Cuz at Christmas, you
always go back to be that
kid you were before.
That Santa with its
celluloid face, webbed mesh trunk,
makes me as I was.
My Moma’s joy, the
one most like her, her buddy.
Unconflicted love.
Lost her in ’01.
I still sometimes reach out for
my phone to dial her.
Worn red velvet, lead boots. Ties
me to my Moma.
’Cuz at Christmas, you
always go back to be that
kid you were before.
That Santa with its
celluloid face, webbed mesh trunk,
makes me as I was.
My Moma’s joy, the
one most like her, her buddy.
Unconflicted love.
Lost her in ’01.
I still sometimes reach out for
my phone to dial her.
using some felt and her
old sewing machine Phyllis makes
her Christmas magic
then her time is spent
Placing the ornaments with
her love in the mail
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old sewing machine Phyllis makes
her Christmas magic
then her time is spent
Placing the ornaments with
her love in the mail
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