Unpacking the mountain of boxes, the handwritten label made me smile.
The lifted lid revealed childhood toys.
Three little boys received Santa scooters. They held bright balls of bubble gum, once upon a time. The cloth dolls I made myself: Gardening Angels complete with sun hats.
Cookies for Santa plate, made in 1994. Two more were made for grandparents that same year.
A gunslinger cowboy galloped out of a box.
One of many boxes marked “Christmas”, found last, reminded me of the reason for the season. This three piece Nativity was bought during another Yule, when I was feeling down. Finding it today lifted my spirits.
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