They’re the things we keep carefully wrapped and stored away all year in basements and attics.
They once belonged to our parents, grandparents, or us when we were tiny; though battered and aged, these objects glow with the luminescence of decades’ worth of Christmas memories. They are our time capsules, instantly transporting us back a generation or more to our childhood when we waited breathlessly, sleeplessly for Santa to arrive.
The stories attached to Christmas objects are part of their hold on us. Here are three of mine:Read More