REMEMBRANCES OF CHRISTMAS PAST

Between the time of remembering

and the moment of forgetting

there is a country

where we gathered treasured moments.

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My library Santas … gifts from my Mother.

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My Santa carries  a treasured tiny book – Poems of Keats … a gift from my oldest friend,  Jill.

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A  Christmas prince  so handsome, so charming as all princes must be.

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For every prince there must be a frog.   An outrageous frog – a Christmas remembrance from my sister Heather.

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A table tableau  of  old silver – remembering past Christmas feasts with friends and family.

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And finally the cards of Christmas past.  An exquisitely illustrated card  my daughter sent me years ago.  It is always the first thing to be set out when I begin my slow Christmas and the last to be put away.

Between the time of remembering

and the moment of forgetting

there is Christmas.