Cup of Christmas Tea Teapot Sugar Creamer Cup Saucer Set Tom Hegg Waldman House
" A Cup of Christmas Tea" by Waldman House 1992. Inspired by Tom Hegg's Poem. 8 Footed Cup & Saucer Sets. This amazing set is new! Five teacups and saucers are NIB. Everything else is new without original boxes. One of the cups w/o a box still has a quality control sticker on it.
And would not go away. A week before, I got a letter. From my old great Aunt. It read: Of course I'll understand. Completely if you can't.But if you find you have some time. Could have a little chat and share. A cup of Christmas tea. She'd had a mild stroke that year. Which crippled her left side. It hadn't hurt her pride. They said: She'd love to see you.
She regaled us half the night. I didn't want to risk all that.I didn't want the pain. I didn't need to be depressed. I didn't need the strain. And what about my brother? She's his aunt, too! I thought I had it justified. But then before I knew. The reasons not to go I so. Were cracking wide and crumbling. In an acid rain of guilt. I put on boots and gloves and cap. I went out my front door. I drove in from the suburbs. To the older part of town. The pastels of the newer homes. Gave way to gray and brown. I had that disembodied feeling. As the car pulled up and stopped. That held the Christmas cup.
How I got up to her door. I really couldn't tell... I watched my hand rise up and press. The button of the bell.I waited, aided by my nervous. And just as I was thinking. I should turn around and go. I heard the rattle of the china. In the hutch against the wall. The triple beat of two feet. And a crutch came down the hall. The clicking of the door latch. And the sliding of the bolt. And a little swollen struggle. Popped it open with a jolt. She stood there pale and tiny. Looking fragile as an egg. I forced myself from staring. At the brace that held her leg. And though her thick bifocals.
I lost the phony breeziness. I use when I get tense. She was still passionately interested. Like when I was a kid.Still sent her into fits. We talked about the limitations. That she'd had to face.
Of crutch and straightened knee. She flew to brew the tea. I sat alone with feelings that. I hadn't felt in years. I looked around at Christmas.Through a thick hot blur of tears. And the candles and the holly. She'd arranged on every shelf.
This item is in the category "Collectibles\Holiday & Seasonal\Christmas\ Current (1991-Now)\Other Current Christmas Décor". The seller is "whointheworld" and is located in Spartanburg, South Carolina.