My life is measured out by Christmases. Each comes faster than the one before.

Reaching for decorations, it seems only weeks since they were packed away, carefully, in the high cupboard. Safe and out of sight until next year.

Each one a time capsule.

Kindergarten baubles bear my children’s names. The delicate glass bell that was my mother’s. The crystal ornament bought to celebrate our first Christmas together.

Diligently packed away, love of one generation to another, now set free to honour another year.

A tree alive with memories.

But, this year, for the first time, no-one to share them.

Written by Peter Larsen

Peter is a secondary teacher at Traralgon College in Victoria, Australia.

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