All the Joy in the World
We come home after Thanksgiving and pull out the boxes, the ones that jingle and make us sneeze. Christmas has the richest smell once you get past the dust. We pull out the reindeer antlers that Grandpa Haines used to wear when he passed out gifts. Oh the things that have been passed to us. The small blue tin that grandma had in the 20’s, we click it open and finger the tiny metal ornaments. We play Christmas music from the Rat Pack, and we sing, we decorate, and we remember. Our boys pretend to give each other gifts – offering a GI Joe leg wadded up in a piece of paper.