Each year it’s the same
From storage, boxes emerge
Marked with black sharpie

One by one we find
Carefully wrapped memories
Hanging by thin threads

Sometimes the year blurs
Sometimes it’s plain to be seen
Each time the heart tugs

Family gathered
Love, laughter, peace, understanding
Problems disappear

Memories held close
Pulled from storage once a year
Shimmering brightly

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This is a repost from last year.  With every passing day I get closer to pulling the tree out of the garage.  Only the presence of my parents dog has kept me from doing it yet. Not that she would mess with it – it’s just that there’s enough chaos without the tree & Christmas decorations being dragged out. I’ve been planning for my annual Christmas cookie/candy kitchen takeover. Hoping it goes smooth this year!!  Our holidays will be tight financially – but filled with joy as always.