I may appear to be an ordinary Christmas ornament, picked from a cookie-cutter mold, but I am rare.
My sentimental value is high to those all around me.
Hold me delicately; I am made of glass.
Some may think I am helpless, but I am just fragile.
I can be the addition to your Christmas tree to make it extraordinary, but if you drop me, I am tricky to clean up.
Carefully hang me on a tree branch and I will swing into lively
m o t i o n.
Leave me in a box in your dusty, lonely attic, and I will stay