Writing exercise #1

I put away the pageantry of the year passed away
and folded all memento that was there 
reminding me of earlier times of laughter,
sparkling jewels, shiny ornaments, unfolded fans
hiding angel faces, shiny red balls and lights

I cleaned the mess you left, 
prickly needles drying on the floor
now again the slate is clean and am looking 
for new blossoms in my winter garden, and you, 
my Christmas tree, will vanish, taken by the scouts