I was innocent, a dreamer
Grandma’s words were never said
That one day life would change
I wouldn’t want to climb out of bed.
Laughter and giggles filled my head
Wrapping paper coloured the floor
New memories I was building
Stocking shelves for even more.
I would watch my mother’s face
When I was just a kid
Never knew she was storing photos
Tucking tight with a snap-on lid.
Mother never told me
That the day would slowly come
When Christmas would change forever
When it may not be so fun.
Now I am the grandma
The kids are with their own
The house reeks of silence
As I give the dog his Christmas bone.
It’s now time to dust the shelves
Set up the movie screen
Take off the snapped on lid
And relive my family’s scenes.
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