I couldn't.
Jack was gone, and so was my
Christmas spirit.
But today I crawled up the ladder
To the attic in my garage and
Handed well worn boxes down to
Rachel standing on the steps
Beneath me,
Boxes labeled "Mantle",
"Top of Piano",
"Sideboard".
She helped me assemble a new
Little tree for the end table in
My living room.
Tomorrow I'll open the boxes
And begin.
I don't know whether I will
Ever again celebrate Christmas with
A totally happy heart,
But I'm decorating again this year,
And it's a start.