by little fishball » Fri Dec 02, 2016 10:49 pm
In winter, presents are shared. Stories are told, ornaments are placed on trees. Only to be forgotten soon after, they are left to dust and rust. Some shatter and crack, others clatter and smash. They cannot do anything in the cold of the back of our minds but not all will submit. They will escape the darkness of just an old storage box and drift away, not to smash, not to wither but to live on in the holiday spirit.