I no longer experience the wonders of Christmas; I engineer them.
My childhood Christmases were big, fancy events with lots of
relatives, lots of big meals, lots of alcohol, and a feeding frenzy
under the tree.
dancing with excitement
the tinkle of broken glass
from the fallen tree
Yes, one year, I knocked the Christmas tree over in my excitement.
I managed to stand it back up by myself and never, ever told my
playing with my fork
while i wait for the adults
to finish their coffee
so we can open our presents
only my grandfather awake
when we tiptoe downstairs
the men play
with our new train set
with a side of pie
Times of transition.
Most of the men in my family of origin have
problems with alcohol and substance abuse. The women work their
fingers to the bone and throw their annual holiday tantrums. I
want something simpler, more meaningful. I want to spend my
holidays with my children rather than in the kitchen.
We usually have Christmas at home, just us. We open presents
slowly, over Christmas Eve day, and take time to enjoy each
one. We sing together, and read special stories together.
Everyone hangs a stocking (even us parents).
christmas tree hunt
our youngest child finds
the perfect pine
nat king cole's carols
the children hang ornaments
any way they want
giggles, scampers, slamming doors
another awkward parcel
underneath the tree
a cup of cocoa
by the fire
chocolate on his face
and a double run for twelve
3 January 2003