Boxes

In between working, painting and other stuff, i carried down the boxes
Boxes that are stored in the small storage room upstairs.
The 'christmas boxes' filled with stars and tinsel ,decorations made over the years,
collected old baubles, reminders of many winters passed by.

December memories of other houses and places,
 creative ones, lazier ones, crazy and more silent ones,
happy ones, it is all there, preseved in those boxes.
There is also a kind of hope in them, a longing for warm, sparkling evenings
to get us through this cold and darkest time of year.

And even more hope, utopia perhaps,
 for world peace and food and shelter and christmas lights
for every living soul.

However, each time again, opening the boxes is bringing some magic into the house,
and i love some magic.