Christmas Crapshoot


It was an interesting holiday.

It started with waking up to be told we couldn’t open presents until the only siblings who chose not to come to Cali for Christmas got home so we could Skype while they opened gifts. Which meant a long morning of figuring out what to do. Then going out to hike. Then getting tricked into driving an extra 3 hours round trip only to get stopped ten miles from our destination because, sure enough, the roads were closed. Never mind that we checked that before leaving. B’s dad was convinced they’d open up.

We finally got home only for the two non-present members to inform us they were going out and would call in an hour and a half. Even though we were home at the time we gave them. So we opened all the gifts but what they sent. Then ate dinner. Then they called us to say they were home. Fifteen minutes later we tried to skype them. Nope. They were eating and skyping family off the other side.

An hour later they finally skyped us. And my phone started ringing. It was my sister. Calling to tell me our other sister had been arrested. Domestic violence, discharging a weapon – you know, the standard fucked up shit that happens on Christmas. Oh wait, that’s not standard for you? Huh. Lucky bastards.

Which is to say that this holiday was rough. Christmas was the two week mark of my aunt passing away. Christmas was the reminder that one set of siblings is most important to B’s family. Christmas was sobbing after a correctional officer promised to let my sister know that her family loved her.

All I hope is that 2015 looks up.


About texancountess

I find myself in the calming roar of the sea, floating gently on the foam of the breaking waves. Blue. Green. Gray. The colors of the sea mark the boundaries of my soul. The tumbled glass finds its polish under the relentless pounding of the waves upon the shore. Thus am I. Rough transitioning to polish, refinement ever a process, finding my niche in the storms of life.
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