a thom browne holiday story
... is this a dream ...
suspended in a timeless space,
a snow globe ...
is this a dream ...
or a memory ...
within the globe’s glass walls ...
a christmas tree stands tall ...
bare but for a golden star ...
in a moment ...
the scene warps ...
the glass walls dissolve ...
SHOP HOLIDAY GIFTING
inside of the sphere ...
edges are blurry ...
the periphery gauzy ...
a group of four enters ...
composed single-file ...
transfixed by a task ...
branch by branch, they thread tradition old and new ...
tying grosgrain bows in red, white and blue ...
linking hands, they encircle the tree ...
a burst of warm light ...
a routine now complete ...
the scene warps again ...
glass walls reappear ...
back outside looking in ...
look closer .... can it be ...
the tree is not bare ... it is beautiful and bright ...
tied with ribbons and strung with lights ...
surrounded by gifts, all carefully wrapped ...
the scene is still as snow gently falls ...
the quiet moment ends ..
as the presence lets go ...
the snow globe spins ...
then it smashes ...
from its broken glass walls,
wrapped boxes tumble out ...
the pile is a deluge ...
all gifts now released ...
the presents fall into place ...
the golden star casts a glow ...
the scene is now merry ...
so festive ... so bright ...
we are left with a whisper ...
but the mystery remains ...
was this a dream ...
or a memory ..
or a dream ...
SHOP HOLIDAY GIFTING