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Half Painted Ornaments



            We await her patient and tender touch. Other, less steady hands trying the best they could to give us our first few coats. We have almost reached the end of the assembly line. Soon, we will be good enough to hang on the family Christmas tree. Hopefully, we will be hung in a place of honor along with dangling glass spiders and antique looking sailboats. For now, we sit behind a paper plate waiting to be finished.
            All the supplies are behind us in a purple container. The room that surrounds us is filled with numerous Christmas decorations. We are the half painted Christmas ornaments that will soon be added to this bountiful collection. We have the potential to become family heirlooms. Some may only see us as carved hunks of plaster but we know that there is more to us. It looks like we been forsaken temporarily so that her tender hands can mold the perfect peanut butter cookie. She told the one with the unsteady hands that she will continue touching us up later. We are more than willing to wait for her. We are more than willing to wait to be hung on the family Christmas tree. The two of us, the shakily painted purple bell and I only hope that we can last as long as the dangling glass spider and the antique looking sailboat. They are fragile but well cared for. They have been taken in in our boxes and looked at with amazement and glee.

We are the half painted ornaments, but that is not all that were supposed be. We will be finished. We will be glossed over with lacquer someday hung on future Christmas trees. We will heirlooms, not just the half painted Christmas ornaments of 2013. We are the future. We are right now. The one with the unsteady hands is writing about us. It's lucky for her she was born to be a writer because painting our small details and tiny crevices was not her forte. Luckily, she has the one with the study hands of rounds to save the day. Even if we get it off in the quest for the perfect peanut butter cookie we will become heirlooms. Not just hunks of plaster but sentimental keepsakes. We will become part of a collection that has spanned generations. We are the half painted ornaments of 2013 but that is not all we are meant to be.

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