The Hopeful Fairy

A sweet Christmas fairy poem about beauty being in the eye of the beholder. We all know that anyway.  Don’t we?

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Credits: notonthehighstreet.com

 

Stuck in a storeroom.

Stuck in a box.

Stuck with these baubles –

and nobody talks.

 

She wants to be shiny.

She wants to be seen.

She wants a fine dress –

but this one is green.

 

At last it’s December!

At last on a shelf!

At last she’ll make friends –

but stuck by herself!

______________

A new home for fairy.

A home with a tree!

Will she sit on top?

Oh, where will she be?

 

Her hopes are shattered.

A shiny angel is placed

in the home that she wanted –

it’s the bottom she’s based 😦

 

She blames the green dress

as she cries on the tree.

“It just isn’t fair –

it should have been me!”

 

One night her owner’s

beside on the floor.

“She’ll be here for the angel;

I’m green – she’ll ignore.”

 

But the girl takes fairy!

Places her on her knee:

“I love you the most

you remind me of me.”

 

It’s then fairy knew

what this can all mean

“We love different things –

and this girl loves green!”

 

I remember the hours of fun I had playing with the fairies on my Christmas Tree as a child. The fancy one was never played with because it was up so high.  I loved the little ‘not so stunning’ ones better anyway.

 

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