A melody automatically played when the box was opened. It transported me to Fairyland. Feeorins and Asparases danced; billowing ruffles in lavender air interspersed with crushes and course requirements. I spent many moments with that gift charmed by its daintiness.
Soon after graduation I relocated to another country. Life rolled by with two decades of work, relationships and events. But I did not forget the memory of keepsakes that brought me quiet joy, that amazing music box in particular. At times when I can I stroll around cyberspace to look at music boxes, and nostalgia swells spontaneously.
As December with its trimmings approaches I long for something reminiscent of what I used to have. A music box for Christmas sounds like a wonderful object to fancy. It will look perfect under my tree. I did a search which led me to several categories. They are all beautiful I could hardly narrow them down. But I certainly had fun choosing.