She unwrapped the bit of newspaper and disclosed a silvery ornament for a Christmas tree: a frail thing like a silver plum, with deep rosy indentations on each side.

By descriptionari, June 30, 2012.

Found in Aaron's Rod, authored by D. H. Lawrence.


The christmas ornament wasn't nearly as fancy as the ones in the store. It wasn't at all modern and truth be told, the face had smudges of dirt. It was an angel fashioned from beige cloth and denim, the wings on the back has once been shiny but had become dulled with age. Agnes knew she should throw it out, go to the store and get something that sparkled. But dirt was not the only thing this little angel had accumulated, it was soaked in memories, drenched in happy times, a bridge back to the years gone by. Each stitch had been sewn by her mother before her hands had become crippled with arthritis. She climbed the ladder and placed it gently in pride of place at the top of the tree.

By james, October 30, 2014.