Decembear took a brief trip to SLC so his search for the holidays was temporarily interrupted.
He's back now though and has begun roaming through the house to see if he can find some of that Christmas spirit.
He had a little bear brainstorm and decided to look in the toy chest. (That's probably the most logical place he's looked yet.) He's found lots of toys there, but no nicely wrapped packages that make intriguing noises when he shakes them. He may not have found Christmas today, but I think he'll have fun with all those toys that he had forgotten about!
I grew up with two toy chests. One is a little bench with a lid that opens and decals decorating it. It wasn't large, but it held Raggedy Andy nicely along with my other dolls and toy horses and my favorite stuffed dog. My brother would look there for his tiny green toy soldiers and his slightly mangy stuffed tiger. As I grew older and used it less, my sister would store her treasures inside its depths. I realize now that it was a very small area, but it seemed more than adequate to a child. I think it resides now in Paso with my brother.
The other toy chest was a very large square box with a (totally unsafe) large lid that until recently resided on our parents' very long hearth. Made by my grandfather, it held toys for my kids when they visited as well as any other rugrats that happened along. The toys were castoffs that none of us has any emotional attachment to, but were still very fun. When my mother moved at this time last year, we gifted it to a young family so presumably another generation of three siblings is currently rooting around for their toys and fending off a brother or sister in the process!
Good memories.
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