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Christmas And Easter Gifts
[after roseblossoms' exquisite poem, "The Rich Hues Of Memories"]
On Christmas Morning,
the "stuffers" in my long novelty stockings,
always seemed to touch my heart
more deeply than the larger, more expensive
"main" presents, purchased from the
well-thumbed toy catalogues of department stores.
On Easter Morning,
the small, and seemingly easily breakable,
toys in the basket seemed like valuable treasures.
In 1968, I concluded that
Easter received short attention in my parents' home,
despite its profound spiritual significance;
and that, therefore, it should be---going forward---
the holiday I loved the most. I kept a drawer,
in my "toy room" just for my Easter goodies
(those, of course, that could not have been eaten,
like eggs, chocolates, and jellybeans).
Starward
