Next year's angels

So, Christmas is officially over. The decorations have come down; for some lovingly packed away for next Christmas, for others thrown into the rubbish like the cheap plastic they are.

Ambling through the shops, it’s a trifle sad seeing little angels and snowmen, Santa and Tonttu lined up on the shelves, marked down by fifty percent waiting for the thrifty to stock up for this coming December.

Out of context, away from the Christmas music, the tinsel and season’s cheer, these little trinkets seem so forlorn. It’s as if when made they never imagined that a little tot wouldn’t point at them smiling, demanding that they be bought immediately. It’s as if the little trinkets never conceived that they’d end up pitiful surplus consigned to be next year’s angels.

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