Find the Pickle

Alive with the smell of peppermint, pine, and ambition.

Hurriedly scouring the tree panicked and fervent.

Children driven by the competition,

to find an emerald amongst verdant.

A daughter's desire has come to fruition.

The angel that watches over is very observant.

Seeing her family tradition,

continuing without deferment.

The family rejoiced together in this celebration.

Boisterous cheering ensued with the emerald resurgent .

A worthy treasure for an indemnification.

Who knew so much feeling could be in a small pickle ornament?

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Key Words : Find, the, pickle, Christmas, loss, grandma, tradition

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This is about my family continuing a Christmas tradition after my grandma passed this Thanksgiving.