FRIDAY: The Box We Found in our Parents’ Basement

BY NANCY KAY CLARK

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WHO GETS the ornaments? The crushed wire-framed angels Mel made. The paper accordion stars that rain glitter when you pick them up. The baked-dough reindeer heads with red noses, now crumbling. Which one of us wants the dinged tin star for the top of the tree? My house is too cluttered as it is, and they won’t go with your blue and silver colour scheme, and Mel, well, is not here. Should we chuck them? God knows we couldn’t sell them even at a rummage sale. They’re not worth anything, are they? Wait, let me look at them again.

Cherish the memories this holiday season! CommuterLit’s next post will be on Monday, January 7, 2019.

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