Most of my memories of Christmas are very good ones. As a child growing up with my brother and sister we always had a great Christmas and since being an adult, with a family of my own, we have had great Christmases.
However, there is one that stands out in my mind as a very depressing Christmas. In 1993 my family and I moved from Carson City to Salt Lake City, Utah, in July. Everything was packed up and loaded in the moving van. We arrived safely and set up residence.
When Christmas rolled around, I went looking for our decorations. Much to my surprise there was a box missing that contained ornaments that we had collected in our 15- year marriage. There were personalized ornaments with our son's name on them, etc.
Needless to say, I was devastated.
We called our old landlord in Carson City to see if he could check the house where we lived to see if we had left it in the garage when we moved.
Unfortunately, he didn't find anything. Now every year when we get ready to decorate the tree, I can't help feeling a little sad. But we are starting a new collection of ornaments and making new memories each year.
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