trying not to be swallowed by the wave of to dos..
remembering the excitement when i opened my eyes on christmas eve morning
awaiting the visit to my grandmas, corn, stuffing, chicken casserole, presents, family, memories..
remembering christmas as a family, as a child.
my dad was born on christmas in 1951, i imagine my grandmother holding a newborn on christmas day.
her first born, her only son
the birthday that sometimes got forgotten amongst the presents from santa.
thinking about my dad, cigarettes, coffee, smiling in his spot on christmas morning.
trying not to get swallowed by the wave
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