Trail marked. Waved on.

Done slashing scarlet across gold, silver, and green.

Ribbons suspiciously snaking around the floor.

Smug? Helpless looking? Bah.

Some limply fell off their assigned box with the slightest tug.

Others toughed it out – gripping while griping – facing the cruelest cut of all.

All stage drama.

Ominous, no? Who knows what they want….©

What’s the real objective of those lovely Christmas ribbons and bows? 

Really believe they bind and stretch to hold things together?

Defender of an item’s honor, perhaps?

A show pony as decoration – a touch of luxurious pretend?

Or a sneak slipping in to entangle the unsuspecting?

It’s alive. Get it off of me! Why does it prefer to grab onto hair with Velcro-like intent instead of actually sticking to assigned paper? Hey, snatch those ribbon curls out of the cat’s hacking mouth. An Emergency Vet’s bill would mean a second mortgage.

Ribbons twirling images across eyes and time. Memories woven into neuron tangles. 

End of the year. Things are about wrapped up.

Even skyward. Across the entire width of the horizon.

Hey, You two can’t hide. Drag racing on Christmas?

What’s this ?

Mother Nature feeling festive Christmas morning?

Decided a little frosty lace to embellish her gift of blazing blue.

Trailed out some icy streamers as outdoor holiday decorations.

Icy ribbons racing from west to east. (Coloring outside the lines) ©

Wait. Or is that a trail blazed?

A little travel assist with a suggested route homeward.

Trees are waving travelers on their way.

“May the roads be wide open ribbons before you.”

“May the airport security lines not be endless tangles and Nots.”

(Exhausted Molly appreciated her limited Christmas Time Share and is hoping you avoided Fishy Stink.)

Did you check all the branches, knot holes, and squirrel nests? We’ll send whatever you left behind. Bye!©

Wishing safe travels, good weather, and fine company.

And some time to curl up and rest up before the New Year rolls out.

Enough scarlet ribbons, let’s hope next year wins blue ones.

Happy trails to you!

Phil, the Philosopher Mouse of the Hedge

“Mom! Mom! Look I’m shakin’ it. Just like a cheerleader rustling pompoms!” (Gotta love the energetic fan dancers)©

“Do my fronds look all right? So difficult to get a good even trim around Christmas.”
“Do these trunk rings make me look fat? The bandage dress trend is so restrictive. Why are you staring? Honestly, girls can’t even go out for a little fresh air without some photographer trying to get their 10 seconds of fame in the media. Eyes up here. please.”©

Palms. Such attention hounds. Bring out a camera and they jump in front and vogue. Madonna couldn’t do it better. ©

 

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