Every year we bring them out. The boxes come up from the basement or down from the attic; in from the garage or just out of the hall closet. Among them, there it is, brimming with memories, the Christmas box brought out once a year that tells the stories of our lives in the ornaments collected over the years. In the top of our box, because they are so fragile, is a small box of red and gold glass balls. There are not many left now, and on those remaining are spots where the paint has disappeared.