Thank goodness there are still middle-aged ladies
wearing sweater vests embroidered with Halloween-black-kitty-cats
and Kindergarten teachers who still push pins into
construction paper cut-outs
of jack-o-lanterns and turkeys and, in the winter,
hang paper snowflakes from the ceiling with string.
Thank goodness there are florists who still decorate their windows
with leaves and pumpkins, haystacks and garland,
glittery banners inviting us to celebrate with flowers,
Thank goodness these merry souls show up each year
without fail, without question,
pinning hope to my coat.
I see them gratefully,
I am not a merry soul,
I have abandoned my traditions.