Ribbons & toes

 

For the Christmas of

my sixteenth year,

I wanted one thing over all else.

It was my most brilliant idea, too.

***

So much so, I went straight to

the place of my parents work,

and bounding in,

immediately declared that

I wanted a new car for Christmas.

***

My dad and mom both stopped working,

and looked over at me.

My mom put down her coal shovel.

***

“Why do you think you deserve a new car?” My mom asked.

***

“Well, I said, thoughtfully,

“all of my friends have new cars.”

***

But my mom was clever and

prepared for such an answer.

“If all of your friends

were to jump off a bridge,” she asked,

“would you?”

***

“No.” I replied.

***

“All right,” she said.

“But would you for a new car?”

***

PART II

***

That Christmas morning

I awoke to find a long

red ribbon tied to my big toe.

What’s this? I asked myself.

Could it be?

***

Excitedly, I got out of bed

& began to follow the ribbon as it

led me out of my room.

***

The ribbon led me:

***

down the hallway,

into the living room,

past the Christmas tree,

into the foyer

out the front door,

over the moat,

across the yard, and

into our driveway (!)

***

Where it then

double-backed

up and around a tree,

before …

***

going back across the yard,

over the moat,

through the front door,

into the foyer

past the Christmas tree,

through the living room,

down the hallway, and

back into my room.

***

Where,

to my great disappointment,

I discovered that it was

tied to my other toe.

 

 

Finis.

 


0

MERRY CHRISTMAS!

61 thoughts on “Ribbons & toes

  1. Love it 🙂 A brilliant Christmassy journey back and forth of the olde tref headquarters to keep one on one’s toes!
    Moats… ah, we sadly had to have our grand old moat filled in because of the constant problem with beavers stealing our drawbridge to make dams.

    Merry Christmas to you and all!

    Liked by 2 people

  2. Hahaha. Awwww….
    That reminds me of a scene in the first Transformers when the father starts driving the son through a Porsche lot and he’s like, “Really? Oh, my God, really, Dad?” and the dad laughs and says, “No, of course not!” and drives out and over to a used car lot.
    Not as mysterious and winding and charming as the journey as above, tho, of course, lol !!

    Liked by 1 person

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s