The Christmas Hat
I lay there in such shocked surprise
As the lid on the trunk lifted!
I’d been locked away for many years
When my position shifted!
The old brooches, bracelets, necklaces…
My companions for so long…
Were swept aside as I was brought
Out of the tangled throng.
We’d been stored here in this attic
Ever since she’d passed away…
The pretty one who’d been so proud
To put us on display.
For months we’d spoken of those days
When we were all brand new
How the lovely lady showed us off
To everyone she knew.
But, we’d grown old…those days were past
And time kept marching on
Forgotten in this musty trunk…
No more did we belong.
“O, would you look at this old hat?”
I heard a sweet voice say.
I looked into a fresh young face…
Familiar in some way.
Gently shaking off the gathered dust
She held me tenderly.
“This was Grandmother’s Christmas hat.
This one will be for me.”
All the youngsters claimed their treasures…
Keepsakes were passed around.
I was taken to be cleaned and blocked!
I was renewal bound!
Then…on that cheery Christmas morn
I was surely back in style.
Perched on a head of soft brown curls
I walked proudly down the aisle.
An old church hymn was playing…
Perhaps even old as me.
“Merry Christmas! My, I love your hat!”
O, how merry it would be!!!
~~Dedicated to Annette~~
A special thank you to Annette for the
use of her picture in my poem.
For God so loved the world that He gave
His only begotten Son, that whoever believes
in Him should not perish but have everlasting life.
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