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Bingo Card and Winter Construct Cup Nov 23 thru Dec 22, 2018 Daily prompt inspired poems. |
| Christmas Blurred Over my 77 years, no one Christmas stands out. Most of my childhood years are pretty much a blank slate. I do recall one Christmas morning sitting on the policeman's desk my legs dangling while Mama bailed out Daddy. And another Christmas the police brought Daddy home, the cuts on his face and his guilty smirk scared me. I know I have cooked the holiday meal the giant portion of my years, sometimes more than once. Even as a kid I peeled potatoes and other easy tasks, by my teens I always baked the pies. (I had a knack.) Since I married, 55 years ago I have never not cooked for the special day. One year I cooked a full feast for my brother and friend at home, before joining my husband in Baja where I helped cook Christmas dinner at the kayaking school for 40 people on El Coyote Playa where we anchored. Then two days later prepared another Christmas dinner for our Irish friends who were at sea on Christmas Day. One other Baja Christmas I cooked the turkey and pies and campers on the beach brought side dishes for a potluck. Locals brought traditional tomales. We strung colored lights on the tenders and trolled the shoreline playing Carols on a boom box while Santa buzzed the beach in an ultra light. But my favorites are Christmas at home Midnight Mass, family and friends at my table. Just the unremarkable comfort of Christmas. ~~Judi Van Gorder 56 Lines Notes: ▼ |
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