First Christmas with love

First's, the first kiss .. the first love.
  The first holiday's shared
      Christmas magical
In every way with newly weds its
    Beautifully enchanting..

No money, no problem it's time
   for celebrations it's a
Christmas of first for sharing..

Wrapping empty boxes while he works
            slipping
them under the tree all beautifully
            beribboned
Red, gold, green, blue and silver...

Christmas morning we snuggle ..
 Handing him a box he looks
     at me for directions..
I tell him in the box is a gift of
   our first child coming from
           our love...

He picks up one, hands it to me
     In this box he say's it's
Our first piece of furniture for
           our home...

We go through the boxes time flew
  We filled each box with love
    With all dreams we shared
           coming true...

We always wrapped an empty box
  It wasn't really empty it
    Held Our memories of the
       Christmas 1967...

We ended up with eleven grandkids
  Two happily married children
 Things changed a few years ago
    I found myself divorced
   Yet, I have that empty box
        For reminding me
   Just to remind me how full my
            Life is..