Your December Birthday

Not your birthday? Not in December? Well, don’t be blue—I’ll let you ponder these three old buttons from Mom’s button box.  The two on the left are sometimes called twinkles because they have mirrored backgrounds underneath their cutwork.  The button on the left is steel cut, and the large one is brass cutout.  On the right is a ball button of early brass, intricately cut.

And now! For the December Birthday people,  I am borrowing an idea from a reader who
said that the poet Christina Rossetti wrote a wonderful birthday poem.   I found it and have copied it here.  Remember, December 5th is Rossetti’s birthday–  Let’s enjoy it together:

A Birthday

“My heart is like a singing bird
Whose nest is in a water’d shoot;
My heart is like an apple-tree
Whose boughs are bent with thick-set fruit;
My heart is like a rainbow shell
That paddles in a halcyon sea;
My heart is gladder than all these,
Because my love is come to me.

Raise me a daïs of silk and down;
Hang it with vair and purple dyes;
Carve it in doves and pomegranates,
And peacocks with a hundred eyes;
Work it in gold and silver grapes,
In leaves and silver fleurs-de-lys;
Because the birthday of my life
Is come, my love is come to me.”

Christine Georgina Rossetti  1830-1894

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