A brother and sister are talking on the phone, and somewhere in the conversation they slip back into childhood. The speaker describes the warm wood floor of the living room "when it was ours," a phrase that quietly admits the house no longer belongs to them. Yet the memory is so strong that it seems to live in both their heads at once. Their father appears too, smiling and asking them once more to guess the presents, while the tree rises above them.
The poem's mood is tender and a little wistful. The repetitions ("our parents' living room," "our dad," "the warm wood floor") feel like the way people circle back to a loved memory, touching it again to keep it close. The line breaks are short and slow, like a gentle voice. The ending is the key moment: they "barely remember / we're on the telephone." Distance disappears for a moment. The speaker's feeling is gratitude mixed with longing, and "blessings" seems to mean this shared memory itself.