there was a man behind us in line at the wine shop today and he had his arms full of bottles and mom and dad at his side. mom opted to visit the basket shop while the boys paid for good spirits and when they scurried to a newly opened register i could not help staring and wishing and tearing.
i thought of holidays with moms and dads and wanted to tug mr. good-son on the sleeve and tell him "cherish this time with your mom and dad, will you? are you? oh please do."
happy holidays are such a gift, and through sadness they are always happy somehow, and this one will be, too. it's been a hard week with knee felling surprises that are not to do with the likes of kindness, but let's get past all the disappointment and missing and have some wine. roast a beast. sleep under twinkles. hot coffee and eggs in the morning. and maybe a surprise or two of the christmas sort. and lots of flannel, of course.
there is no such thing as sadness today, the eve of eve. only latkes in the oven, and an old hound snoring on the couch. he twitches in his dreams of bunnies and soft things that go squeak.
and he reminds me
what more is there? little things for smiling.
little things, big wishes, hot coffee, and sweet dreams.
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