Joy at the door

It’s just a Christmas tree, 

just some goofy colorful ornaments

stockings on hooks

Santas on stands

These tall doors don’t accommodate wreaths

Just a couple sparkly outdoor ornaments

Just a little printed message

carved out and painted silver

Just a sparkly J and an O and a Y

to greet the oh-so-occasional visitors

But it is a bit of cheer

kept in bins, out in the garage

and every year, we decide

whether to decorate or hunker down

This year passed, filled with curses and lies

This year past, of all the years

Sprouted hope like mung beans in the fridge

Just in time to turn the tide

and I decorate

to celebrate

with a J and an O and a Y

at the front door.

Published by Ms. C. G. Tripp

Catherine G. Tripp, Writer/Investor a lifelong mix. Left brain and right brain battle for dominance. I wrote the marketing materials for my mortgage brokerage, had a personal finance column at, wrote essays, short stories and poems published in school papers and magazines then literary journals. If my writings were a color, they would be yellow, bright as sunlight, highlighting the salient portions, not obscuring the past but deconstructing air brushed stories, finding humor and courage in the unloved corners.

One thought on “Joy at the door

  1. Thanks for expressing what so many of us felt this year, far and near. Joy at the end of this cursed year!
    And maybe next is a pledge to “lest we forget” and a hope that humanity will learn from all those painful lessons taught this year.


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