christmas was nearly lost
to a human form of fire

morning was hijacked by manic
rather than merry

i sat amidst the cinders
and falling rafters

still burning
in the early afternoon
wrapping presents
reusing a gift bag
in which i had been given
a book of biblical proportions
from a connected friend

as i emptied the contents

there they were

a set of christmas bulb earrings
clear glass
like the ones that glistened in my innocent
little girl fingers
at my grandmother’s tree trimming parties

i had somehow overlooked them
amongst the green tissue paper
in my excitement over the book

and let me tell you
it was a moment when i needed to be loved
i needed to feel loved more than anything in the world

i needed magic
and she gave it to me

that was the day

amy’s earrings
saved me