Fragments of Christmas

22 12 2010

 

The note on the back door said it all: ‘You cut me down, made me beautiful & adored me, then you threw me on the bonfire. I feel so used‘.

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At least you don’t get pulled until you pop said the bon-bons. At least you don’t get left on the plate said the mince pies.

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Fairy lights draped over the neighbors hedge. neon blue, stop light red.

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‘Can we plant the tree after christmas Mum? you know, recycling’. ‘No dear, we’ll have a bonfire after the bushfire season is past’.

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Fake tree branches fallen, missing lights, baubles under the couch, creased stockings, broken angel in the nativity set. Santa was disgusted.

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His favourite, a lamb roast, he wipes his chin as she nervously eyes the presents under the tree, spilling a little whiskey as she pours.

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Finally under the weight of all the tinsel, his mind collapses, defaults to reverse and is towed off to the junkyard of broken lights.

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On Christmas morning she heard scratching noises in the hall, bundled near the door was a pile of tree baubles.The Earth ones.

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Memories of Christmas are bittersweet, like Moonface from the Enchanted Forest sucking on that lolly, sweet, sour, sweet, sour.

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The look on her face could have sunk the Titanic, but she forced a smile & said thank you, just what I wanted. A self-help book, & deodorant.

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You are positively glowing, she thought as she saw her reflection in a christmas bauble. Then she remembered the tree lights were still on.

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~lily © 2010

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excerpts from @myarspoetica, twitter

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