Tonight's Poet Corner: Sonnet Solstice #117
This Tin Ornament
by Belinda Roddie
This tin ornament used to look like an
elf building a toy, but now it seemed more
like a strange, mutated reindeer with
an ankle problem. Still, I hung it on
the Christmas tree each year because it was
the ornament that reminded me most
of home. It reminded me of the nights
my father and I drank egg nog beside
the blinking lights. Of when my mother and
I visited the Holiday House down
the street, where they passed out candy canes. Of
the first time I brought a girl home and kissed
her underneath the mistletoe. This mess
of an ornament returned me to bliss.
by Belinda Roddie
This tin ornament used to look like an
elf building a toy, but now it seemed more
like a strange, mutated reindeer with
an ankle problem. Still, I hung it on
the Christmas tree each year because it was
the ornament that reminded me most
of home. It reminded me of the nights
my father and I drank egg nog beside
the blinking lights. Of when my mother and
I visited the Holiday House down
the street, where they passed out candy canes. Of
the first time I brought a girl home and kissed
her underneath the mistletoe. This mess
of an ornament returned me to bliss.
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