Her wings flapped and clapped
As the other fairies stacked.
With the smell of pumpkin spice.
As she stares at the leaves falling in sight.
Hundreds to thousands of thanksgiving fairies fly pass her
As they feed the deer and guide them down the ravine.
As all the fairies fly in between
Every day, they went through the same routine.
Prepared the turkey for Thanksgiving evening.
Mix stuffing and while discovering meaning.
All the thanksgiving fairies gathered to the meeting
Hope would float around desiring more to these evenings.
She flew towards the border of Christmas town, grieving.
Watching the snow scatter across the trees, Hope desired, leaving.
Her brown wings sparkled with colors of red and green.
Closing her eyes, Hope achieved the unseen dream.
Hope went into Christmas town as she stared at the scene.
Her wings turned red and green with a touch of white as she landed near the ravine.
She leaped into the air as if she was jumping on a trampoline.
She stayed still like a figurine.
Her brown hair turned to white as it glimmered in the dark.
She took a moment to realize this was a new start.
Christmas fairies flew down to her as they watched.
She could feel pounding in her heart,
As the whole world stopped.
A sparkling crown formed on her head,
As a long white dress sparkled all around.
Red and green Christmas lights surround.
Her thanksgiving wings fade as she is reborn.
She looks back at Thanksgiving town,
As all the fairies gather, giving their commences and saying their wrong doings.
Her eyes turn brown; she remembers all the thanksgiving songs,
As it becomes dawn,
Her body divides into brown with red, green, and white.
She is the new light as she sparkles in the night.
The thanksgiving and Christmas fairies pull on her with all their might.
She had mostly sad memories in the land of Thanksgiving.
This was the first time she felt like living.
Whimpering, Hope learns forgiving.
In the town of Christmas, she never forgets her thanksgiving past,
But don't let it surpass her.
Now as a Christmas fairy, she will never forget her time in thanksgiving land,
As she soars through the wintry mix, her new Christmas friends grab her.
Hope is now the symbol of the new beginning for everyone in the world.
The End.
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The Thanksmas Fairy
PoetryHope is divided by curiosity and hope. After living in despair for years as a Thanksgiving fairy, Christmas Town is starting to call her name. This is a poem- short story. I never written anything like this before, so let me know what you think?
