The important thing here is to write....and so with that in mind I have yet endured my fingertips and pens to another blogfest, The Crazy Holiday Blogfest
My Holiday: Christmas
My entry: 250 words or less....
I reached into the small box of my mother's old ornaments. My hand held a piece of fabric and a tear threatened the corner of my eye. I pulled out the small gingerbread doll made of brown felt material with a red ribbon trim. The left eye had fallen off many years ago and half a gingerbread cookie was still glued to the ornaments tummy. I remembered making this for her, I wanted her to see how great I could do, and I had fantasized about how much she would gush over a pretty hand made third graders gift.
But she didn't gush at all. She never said a word about it. Never told me how proud she was of it. There was only one thing she did that I could remember.
She hung it on the front of the tree every year until the day she died.