The Bibelot

(just posting today. I am running like crazy trying to get Christmas projects done! But I hope to be here tonight to read poems! OH, and to understand' this sonnet more fully, you need to know what "Bibelot" needs. An intereseting word I learned when I took the challenge to use that word in a poem! If you really want to know the word, you'll have to look it up or ask me!!) Luv, Andrea The Bibelot There never could have been a Christmas better- that first one spent alone near firelight. She gave him some cologne; a blue wool sweater to match the hue his eyes shone with delight. He tore the tissues red and green, and she more delicately opened with a thrill each gift he’d tied with ribbon clumsily. And then he held one out, and she grew still, for it was small, which had to mean one thing. . . it had to be the best he’d saved for last! She held her breath. Oh, could it be a ring? The glitter of its gems was unsurpassed. Each stone adorned an object most exquisite. She looked it up and down; then asked, “What is it?”