The Curio Cabinet

Another season nears its end closing the doors on the dreams we played pretend in the days we hoped would never end; a place where times are unchanged secure in their shells, endeared moments regained within a magic spell of holidays and holydays renamed, long memory held; the antique reservoir of child and adult things knickknack recalls of earlier life scenes, glass framed doors in their revealed etchings the items of fading Christmas collections angels, shepherd, manger scene recollections when moments are shared with love and perfection. Close the doors, clean the glass, dust the trinkets off the memories are stored that ever hide beneath the coif hold them close, embrace them within your heart soft, the season closes in on the once opened doors and suddenly within the somber quiet Christmas is hidden behind the curio doors.