Christmas Scissors
Christmas Scissors
She asked Santa for scissors.
She likes to cut
paper
dolls.
Bonded stark white
It must be linen crisp & firm.
She carves them carefully.
A plastic surgeon’s precision
Slicing away excess
unwanted
parts.
Leg
Arm
Mouth
Eye
The Amish quilts have one extra stitch – hers one less – dropping part with snip.
Watching the piece fall
To the floor, she smiles
Unless the part lost
Is her face.
Published: Electric Windmill
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