The Christmas Box
I have always anticipated the arrival of Christmas
With the same childlike eagerness of my youth,
But this year I did not rush, indeed I lingered
As I trimmed my Rocky Mountain Blue Spruce.
From my mother’s Christmas box I gently lifted
All of the old familiar decorations,
Mismatched, stop-time ornaments,
Treasured years of nostalgia and accumulation.
With pensive recollection, I dawdled
Over beaded garland and paper chains,
Whimsical snowmen and porcelain angels,
And broken bulbs twisted with foiled tinsel remains.
Storybook memories of Christmas past
Welled up as I unwrapped them...one and all,
Packed loosely or in tattered tissue paper,
There was not a single one I didn’t recall.
When at last the carton was empty,
I curled up on the couch with a contented sigh,
And lit an already half-burned candle...
To boxed-up blessings and Christmases gone by.
* de – december 2006
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