Christmas Decorations
Chesley and I are getting our all the Christmas decorations. Christmas
music is playing on the Stereo. Some of the songs have a sense of
melancholy to them. As we go through the decorations we each silently
play back old memories of Christmas past. Remembering doing these
things with mom. Remembering the look of delight, how she would
revel the process of taking each delicate decoration out of the box, or
unwrap the years gone by piece of newspaper from a piece of glass and
rush to place it in it’s spot on the mantle, or on the china cabinet, or
hang on the wall. And then stop to look at the date on the newspaper
and remember…
So we carefully unwrap the delicate little Christmas memories, and look
at the dates on the newspapers and remember what it was like back then,
back when…
And we stop to go do something else for a minute or two. And wait for a
lighter tune to play on the stereo, for our eyes to dry, for the memory
to fade…
And then we come back and smile, and find a favorite decoration, and
look for a new place for it to sit. Everything seems to have a new
place these days. Things just don’ t seem to fit anymore.