The little colored lights remain, but the ornaments are gone from the tree. I enjoy packing them up. Putting them on . . . it seems like something that needs to be done, with lots of other things. Taking them off . . . I love packing them in their boxes and admiring about each one. Thinking about the Christmas past.
And, I play the recording on this one several times.
Whispers in the background
Aaron: Merry Christmas, Gran B
Nora: Merry Christmas, Gran B, I love you
Aaron: Luv oooo
Precious
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