Fall and leaves and Christmas trees have things in common if you please. For I was spinning on a chair, lost my balance, landed there.
My fall was on a Christmas tree. It’s baubles were a part of me. With twinkling stars within my hair, I knew it saved me from despair.
It was so soft with leaves of green, it didn’t hurt no bruise was seen. Fall and leaves and Christmas trees now twinkling stars are part of me.
Wonder how Santa feels falling down a chimney all the time? This sweet little musing is based on a fall I had when visiting friends a few years ago.