“Ouch!” Charlie sucked his hand. He’d caught it on a rusty old nail on the cottage door.
Before that - last Christmas Charlie had helped Grandma hang the wreath on the rusty old nail.
Before that - Charlie, ten, had proudly hung up the wreath All By Himself!
Before that - three-year-old Charlie watched Grandma bang a shiny nail into the door then lifted him so he could hang the wreath.
Now… A ‘For Sale’ sign in the window. There was no wreath. Grandma was gone. Just a rusty old nail, like an antique hat-stand, holding his precious Christmas memories.
Before that - last Christmas Charlie had helped Grandma hang the wreath on the rusty old nail.
Before that - Charlie, ten, had proudly hung up the wreath All By Himself!
Before that - three-year-old Charlie watched Grandma bang a shiny nail into the door then lifted him so he could hang the wreath.
Now… A ‘For Sale’ sign in the window. There was no wreath. Grandma was gone. Just a rusty old nail, like an antique hat-stand, holding his precious Christmas memories.
