old world...

...ornament

just like the ones - my grandma used to have - ones she brought with - her from germany which - were handmade and hand blown - every year we’d pull them - out from the attic - all carefully wrapped in layers - and layers of tissue - holding our breath to see - what would finally be revealed - the years of painstaking - accumulation and collecting of - these special ornaments - the hand slapping when we tried - to hold them for they were - too fragile for a child’s hands

but as it goes - because we treasured them each christmas - many ended up broken - over the years so now - very few remain whole - in their original state - but they will get passed on - to the next generation

in the meantime - when i see one - such as this which - reminds me of the old - and of grandma especially - i can’t help myself - it brings a pleasing memory - that in turn leads to...

a

happy day.....