I have this memory.
It might be real.
It might not.
Of helping Granny string popcorn.
A garlan of popcorn for a little evergreen.
Christmas for the critters?
For whatever reason this year,
I wanted to do my popcorn garlan.
My nostalgia tree.
I went a little overboard.
There were no spice drops, cherry sours or candy canes.
No bows on top, presents all around or Mr. Gnome.
Just an evergreen tree
with popcorn garlan.
Christmas for the critters?
I don’t remember much about my childhood.
A blessing from God, I’m sure.
But for whatever reason, I remember the popcorn garlan at Christmas.
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