Dear Christmas Decorations,
Year after year, your gold-wrapped traditions engulf this small home.
On the window sill sit dainty figurines
with porcelain cheeks painted red like jam in the center of sweet sugar cookies,
evermore smiling, frozen at the most wonderful time of the year.
The time where everything is familiar, warm, and bright,
despite what might have changed since you last sat here.
Gleaning ornaments hung on fragrant evergreen,
engraved with the most glittering memories and fantastic family history,
our first christmas, baby’s first christmas, in the boughs of this tree.
Their meanings are never different to us,
though so much is different to me.
Mr. and Mrs. Claus on the fireplace, with glowing candles bright,
dressed in red velvet and smiling like they know if you’re naughty or nice
Lifelike and lively this old pair is,
they've been here my whole life
since I was a kid.
Christmas decorations with your shine and grandeur,
you fill this house with holly and candor.
The memories made and the memories lost,
they remain with you even after you've once more been boxed.