Memory Blips

I can’t remember.
Waking up, checking our empty sacks at the end of the bed.
The last Christmas dinner.
The tears because I didn’t get that K9 toy.
The wrapping paper I spent hours colouring in, only to have it ripped in seconds without a second thought.
Setting an extra place at the dinner table only for it to be put away again by Dad without a word.
I can’t remember.

I can remember.
Foil decorations streaming from corners.
Snow every year. Every year.
Watching that Doctor Who video over and over and
The Christmas cake. The thin marzipan. The icing that melts.
Jumpers from Gran. They itched.
Your excitement. Your smile. Your hug.
I can remember.