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From the back of my closet,  on a shelf up above,

comes a once a year ritual’s labor of love,

‘tis here we keep mem’ries, to open each year,

recollections and treasures, we’ll always revere.



‘Midst boxes of tinsel, balls, ribbons and bows,

is a small clothespin reindeer with red button nose,

and a cotton filled star, made of paper and twine,

decorations hand crafted, a child’s design.



Two tiny red stockings, from Christmases past,

have fore’er graced the tree, from our first to the last,

names penned in bold letters now faded and bare,

still grace the tree’s limbs, tho’ a tad worse for wear.



Red garlands of paper, a tot’s home-made chain,

a fragile remembrance, ‘twill always remain.

A gift ‘midst the boughs, of each Christmases tree,

placed ‘tween the green branches,  a fond memory.



That miniature banjo... remembering Pop,

figurines for the grandchildren, placed near the top,

two brass children kissing, our first names engraved,

hand painted adornments, remembrances saved.



Each year far more precious, than each year before,

these cherished mementos, fond keepsakes we store,

placed gently in boxes, repackaged with love,

in the back of my closet, on a shelf up above.