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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!!! Doris Jacobs-Covington Christmas 2012 ~~Dedicated to Annette~~ ~~Author’s Note~~ A special thank you to Annette for the use of her picture in my poem. John 3:16 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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