Homemade Christmas

Unable to curb my collectors instinct even whilst living a little hand to mouth, I spy abandoned/broken/sad looking foundlings on New York's streets, I scoop them up, attach thread and hang them from our tree branch. A plastic horse head now dangles from its nostrils, a rusty bolt now adorns a pink satin ribbon, an empty chestnut shell now homes a pair of mink earrings. A season of the simplest pleasures.