1977
THE SECOND OF JANUARY, 1977
We untrim, store bulbs in the autumn of the season, unwind golden garlands, tear silver tinsel, box the ribbons; wrap the crèche—the reason-- turn the key of the silent night music box one more reverential time; save poinsettias to a kinder light. We resolve. It is 10 below but we have hopes for spring after ritual; plans for summer, fall; we dream of western trout and slopes. We bag the tree and haul it to the bank, sweep needles, arrange the chairs the same as if last Christmas never came. © Jane Piirto. All Rights Reserved.