There's always that one item that's somehow left behind
When you pack away your Christmas stuff, its guaranteed you'll find
A random piece of tinsel which still sparkles bright and gold
Or a cheeky little bauble which escaped and simply rolled
To a corner undetected, where it rested out of sight
Till you'd packed away this Christmas and put the lid on tight.
You won't find it for ages, oh you'll 'see' it several times
But it won't get your attention, to the obvious we are blind
It's the best way to be hidden
Find a place that's in plain sight
'Twill be safe for quite a while,
Gathering dust by day and night.
My mystery item found a hiding place behind a card
Then leapt out to surprise me
With triumphant disregard
For my careful tissue wrapping and bubble wrapped endeavor
There it was, just grinning widely,
Oh it thought itself so clever.
This ornamental Christmas tree
With gold, 6 pointed star
Remains unpacked, untidied in my plastic box so far,
And I wonder, as I ponder, if a lesson lies right here
That there's some small part of Christmas we should keep throughout the year.
Karen Holmes
5th January 2026.
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