This is It?

June 21, 2011
By Consulting-Detective GOLD, Andover, Massachusetts
Consulting-Detective GOLD, Andover, Massachusetts
13 articles 8 photos 39 comments

Favorite Quote:
"The greatness of a nation and its moral progresses can be judged by the way its animals are treated." ~Gandhi


I unwrap the gift.
A sweater?
Seriously?
Instead of rolling my eyes,
I smile,
Hug them,
Paste a fake smile on my face.
"Thank you."

That ugly, chunky sweater
Sits there,
Sluggish and formidable,
An indescribable color,
Like when I mixed
Peanut butter,
Jelly,
And red food dye.
I groan.
I will have to wear that,
Next time they visit,
Won't I?

But what if I were
In the North Pole,
And I fell off
An iceberg?
What if I got hypothermia
And nearly died?
That gross sweater
Might just save me,
If I wore it to the North Pole.
I unfold the flaccid tangle of yarn.

So maybe I do like it.
It is a nice color,
Deep, burgundy, yet with a hint of
The iridescence of that jelly.
And the cables,
They must have taken a while.
I guess they care about me.
They took the time to knit
And weave, and purl,
All those intricate designs.
So I guess I'll wear it,
Just in case, when I am at school,
I fall into a frigid ocean,
So that sweater could save me.


The author's comments:
I have no idea where this came from, except that my friend has complained about getting sweaters from relatives, year...after year...after year...after year. I guess it kind of shows that you should appreciate everything. Or you could just think that it is about me getting a gross sweater. And no, if you were wondering, I have never mixed peanut butter, jelly, and red food coloring. :)

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