When I was in college a cousin and her boyfriend gave me a musical jewelry box . It was shiny black with silver flower inlay. The deep red interior revealed suede-wrapped compartments where pieces of jewelry could be cozily kept. ( Photo courtesy) 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...
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