Life Christmas orphanhood
posted by December 25 at 16:25 PMon
I am a Christmas orphan by choice this year. Even though I finally live within close proximity of my parents, I decided to see what it’s like to just play hooky on the whole, disappointing (unboozy) thing. What is it like? A little glum. I should have remembered my experience when, in the full swing of high school angst, we went to visit the Valdez family in California for Christmas. Too bad they’re Jehovah’s Witnesses. And don’t celebrate holidays. And still don’t drink. And their house was filled with Margaret Keane paintings. I yearned for my mom’s and my weird ritual of eating a miniature dinner of Cornish hens in the kitchen (only child.) So I am soon off to another family’s warm hearth. And unlike my kin, these folks drink.
Perhaps if I get in better spirits I will try to perform this gymnastics move, amazingly called the Valdez.