brings back echoes of former years, holidays, and past versions of ourselves.
Finding the spooky-looking tree gave everyone a good laugh that broke the heavy, dusty silence of the roof space.
Instead of throwing it away immediately in fear, the family paused to brush off the heavy cobwebs carefully.
They looked at the faded tinsel with a newfound appreciation for the decades of silent service the tree provided.
It was eventually lowered gently from the ceiling beam, its metal joints groaning in protest after so many years.
Carrying it down
