Another Christmas

Another Christmas is upon me.

I feel no pressure.

I learned decades ago not to get caught up in the hub-bub of Christmas.

I truly have good memories, and a lot of them.

I don’t quite know what to do with those memories.

Do I add them up and feel as though time has escaped me? Or, that I’m getting old?

Do I nonchalantly let the memories sit on the sidelines as if they are powerless today?

Or, do I know what the memories symbolize and watch for more?

Yes, good memories embody wellbeing, joy, sharing, caring, and life. This embodiment can be found today.



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