Christmas greetings from my cozy little apartment
It's time once again to bring those dusty boxes down from the attic and see what's been waiting inside. Now where are those Christmas memories. |
Oh, yes... I remember these beautiful red bubbles trimmed in gold . Mom brought them over one year, hidden in a shopping bag that she held behind her back. Ever since I was a little girl, she would surprise me that way and say, "Which hand?" Thank you, Mom. I still get a thrill when you come by and play that funny little game with me.
And here's another one she gave me, that I keep out all year. |
Here's "amother" Christmas memory ...Guess who gave me these? |
And the old pink crumpled roses... what shall I do with these? Two little magic words; glue and glitter. |
I've decked out every tree...
I've added a touch of Christmas,
to every thing I see.
These are the reflections of Christmas past.
And Cheers to the future...
It's gonna be a blast!
(I know the last line is corny... but it rhymes.)
I moved my last child to college a few months ago. Now it's just me
and the cats. And I didn't know if I would be putting up a tree this year.
Ho... Ho... Ho...
look what happened... It's Christmas everywhere.
For God so loved the world...