DecPoWriMo 4

Ode to the Box of Tree Ornaments 

You are timeless in that 
no one can remember 
the last time you were packed
some time when the days 
were growing longer 
and less sparkly 

You are the pinnacle of flexibility 
the same newspaper from
sometime in the last century 
can protect the newest baubles 
which might be decades old
placed with the utmost respect
haphazardly 

Some child/relation made this

Your hooks grow every time 
they are seen and multiply 
like cells dividing
but staying in the same tiny sphere 
impenetrable

You never lack for balls 

Each ornament a time capsule 
bringing us back to 
the precise moment you arrived
the season everlasting and musty 
given new life by these wire 
branches adjusted into place 
to cradle your precious frames
always heralding the promise 
of a new year or the last
old one we remember 

Our First Pandemic Christmas
you mean this is only our second?