Pretty paper, pretty ribbons of blue
Wrap your presents to your darling from you
When I think of ribbons I think of bright colors and pretty bows.
Pretty pencils to write I love you
Pretty paper, pretty ribbons of blue
There's a little company down the road from us that I'm sure makes pretty ribbons.
Well actually I'm not sure...I'm afraid to ask.
This little ribbon company has been operating only a mile or so from our house since before we moved here, but we've never visited. To my knowledge, no one in the neighborhood has ever visited either.
Something about the place makes me believe they don't offer company tours.
Maybe there are super secret processes to making pretty ribbons. Perhaps it's like sausage...it's best not to ask how it's made.
I do see an occasional car or truck parked behind the six foot high chain link fence topped with barbed wire at the pretty little ribbon company, but the place certainly isn't flooded with workers.
Maybe making ribbon doesn't take much manpower.
There are some employees though. I see them every day. 24 hours a day, seven days a week.
But only from a distance.
It feels safer that way.
The little pretty ribbon company workers.
I'm sure they're not as mean as they look.
Maybe one day I'll go up and knock on the door of the pretty little ribbon company and suggest the guard dogs would look better with pretty ribbons in their hair....when I'm ready to earn my ribbon for bravery.
