It was Christmas at my parents’ house today
I felt a little anxiety when the doorbell rang
Family members flooded in
An aging aunt, a beleaguered cousin and her two children
My husband and brother, father, and mother
There were three dogs in all
A Christmas hurricane of sorts
They say kids say the darndest things
But adults talk politics, race, babies, religion, all at family gatherings
A scented candle is given to a family whose house just burned down
Irony
And in the background: pellet guns hitting empty soda cans is the sound
Two at the table make a living off diabetes
A kid slices through my insecurity
I’m not supposed to care
But at 12, shouldn’t he be aware?
One second I look like a kid then the next I look like a man, he says
My inner gremlins personified at the Christmas table
But I tell that kid to shut it because you know what, I can – I can do more pull-ups than you
The competition is on outside on the deck
My brother and husband hop the bar and go neck-and-neck
I bust out a few
After a little more chatter I decide to make time for another thing that matters:
When no one was looking, me and my pup snuck
I’d put on my coat, covering the sweater underneath – a gift from my mom but that’s not really me
Do I really know anyone? That’s the question sung at Christmas
So me and my dog escaped in the chill as the sun set
I let my short hair fly in the breeze – never mind what anyone (especially some 12-year-old) says of me. Words to forget
We trotted to that boardwalk then down into the sprawling sand
Out to the jetties at low tide
All alone, we frolicked beneath the periwinkle sky
Why’s being around people so hard?
We lingered on the shore and waited for the stars
Till my husband called asking where I was
We headed back to the house
The outdoors gave me a little natural buzz
On the ride home my husband said I’m beautiful
I noticed his pants were tattered
“The BB guns,” he said
He put his callused hand in mine
I was reminded of what most matters
He’d sacrificed himself entertaining the kids
So me and the other adults could breathe
What a gift
We both exhaled
Drove home with our dog
Having survived another Christmas

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