Christmas Spirit In A Plastic Box
This morning I dug out the plastic containers
You know the ones I mean
You find them at the local Walmart
In shades of blue and green
The ones you pack the seasons in
Each holiday’s special memories
I’m opening the one marked Christmas
As I get down on my knees
There’s the ragged set of lights
The first ones we ever had
Most of them don’t work anymore
But they came from my Dad
The tattered wreath Aunt Bea made
Now just some bits of green and red
One year you wore it round your neck
Laughing when you came to bed
There are the ornaments the girls made
Each, a special kiss of love divine
Couldn’t bear to part with even one
They were yours and they were mine
There’s the manger that your Mom loved
Nicked and scratched over the years
God bless when she sees it set up
She wipes away her happy tears
There are stacks of old Christmas cards
Wrapped secure in elastic bands
A true time capsule of history
Written in tender loving hands
Now the Christmas spirit grips my heartstrings
Now I can say to heck with all that’s wrong
These plastic boxes hold the love of generations
The love of family ever strong
To the Vault it goesssssssss!
How could I miss this one...
DArnnnnnnn!
Sorry sweetie!
Enjoy! All those Wonderful Memories!oxxo
MY Opinion!
It's what the HOlidays are All about!!!
SOmething I look forward to every year for those reasons Fee dear!
Great poem! Loved it!
Feel Loved and bathed in PEACE and WArm Memories through Christmas and the New year! - Smile and Enjoy - Your Thanksgiving Day too!
Warm HuGs,Sheee
You have opened an enchanting and mesmerizing box of golden memories and mementos in this spectacular write..
Keep doing ...what you do do well my friend..
Peter
"Christmas Spirit In A Plastic Box"
Oh Felix~heartfelt....Loved this poem and message it rendered!
Ahh, yes just ready for Christmas too.
You are right, you can't part with one single familia (treasured trinket) tattered and all. Can you believe I have little Ragedy Andy...my grandmother made when I was a kid, (I still have it), daughter played with (as tiny as it is) and it also comes out for Christmas...I played with it every year as a little tyke and always tried to take it with me every Christmas (it had to get put up). Granny is gone....but I have that precious (little Ragedy Andy) she made with me now (justa waitin' 2jump out of the plastic2!)...Ahh, such splendid memories. Have a fantastic, beautiful, and loving spirit filled Christmas Felix and thank you 4allowing me to take a pre-Christmas dream and break.
From the Heart of an Artist Quiet Storm
Thank you for this lovely poem!
Delightful!
xo Taylor
Thanks for sharing
Chanti
Thanks for sharing!!
Love tinka
Thanks and Love,
susan
Myrna
I'm always the happiest kid when I decorate for Christmas.
How true your words ring:
"Now the Christmas spirit grips my heartstrings
Now I can say to heck with all that’s wrong..."
Thank you for this!
Micke
Love,
CJ