Memories from the attic

Day 2 of writing for Dave’s 3word challenge:

After burying the poor rodent in the backyard, my daughter would never let me just toss it in the trash, I stop in the kitchen for nice glass of eggnog with a small splash of whiskey.  A brief rest while listening to “The First Noel” playing on the radio and finishing my drink and then back to the chores at hand.  The boxes are all out of the attic.  Opening one marked miscellaneous, I find that it is appropriately marked.  A book, a magazine, a few random Lego blocks, a match book, some garland and plastic mistletoe.  A few more forgotten memories.

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