Merry Much Happens

1802.558 - 1841.267 Catherine Nicolai

We told the stories of them. Here was the bulb my mom had been gifted the year I was born, with the date still etched on the side and the crack that had been carefully glued after I'd pulled the tree down when I was three. Here was the ornament made of popsicle sticks and cotton balls he'd glued together in kindergarten. Unrecognizable as any particular thing, but cherished just the same.