Nostalgia

I was thinking of Christmas the other day, so, I went to my storage room to find the boxes of decorations; that had been my mother's and grandmother's once, once upon a time- when everything in my life was good. I carried them to my living room and set them on the floor, with a sigh- and opened those boxes of memories. I carefully took them out and touched them, with love, they represented another time- a time of happiness; I recalled my mother hanging them on the Christmas tree, and grandma talking to me about her decorations collected. Now, they are mine- all mine and they should make me happy, but the opposite seemed true- they make me sad. I left them there and went to get a tea, I sat thinking and weeping and then it struck me suddenly; these were my mothers and grandmothers- I love them for that, but it was time for me to recall the happiness and nostalgia. So, I picked them up one by one from box and recalled a memory, it was hard- but that brought me so much joy. That very same day- I decorated my tree, for Christmas with those decorations and some new of my own; but those old ones- are even more meaningful to me now, they are a memory of those Christmas times before the sorrow. But, I must say- my decorations mingled in are beautiful too, and I am just loving Christmas again. _____________________________ (11/24/16) Edited July 4, 2019 Poetry/Verse/Nostalgia Copyright Protected, ID 16-1164-185-0 All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym. Submitted into the Standard Contest, Nostalgia sponsor, Brian Strand Third Place