Snow globe memories Mystic for contest
A thick, glass globe
Sat on display
One must not touch
It’s not for play
But seven years
Had made me wise
I’d witnessed magic
With my own eyes
A Christmas film
Or shopping mall
While others shook
I watched in awe
But in my den
It sat, perched high
A ball of joy
To catch one’s eye
Far from reach
It tempted me
One day I climbed
Just to see
I vowed to view
An inch away
I would not touch
It’s not for play
But as I neared
The seventh shelf
My fingers brushed
Across my elf
In that moment
All magic died
For he was plastic
With painted eyes
He was bought
From the store
I saw the spot
His tag was tore
I believed him real
Until that day
When I found out
It’s just for play
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