Tuesday, December 07, 2004

Christmas Comes But Once A Year

Thank God! I say. It is a hoot carefully unwrapping the ornaments, remembering who gave us what. Of course the very special ones are my son's early art projects, macaroni glued around his picture, glittered popsicle sticks fashioned into a snowflake. Friends have made or given us precious ornaments. I treasure them all. My favorite, if I were forced to pick one, would be the first ornament my husband (right before he was my husband) gave me. Two white lovebirds nestled together in a white cage. I cried the first time I unwrapped it and I cry each year I hang it in a special place on the tree.

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