| It's another Christmas and
I'm here again. This dismal basement called a rec-room. Old relatives--cousins, aunts, uncles. Strange unknowns. The guy over there with the bandana and an earring, the artist, my second-cousin-once-removed's boyfriend. It's another Christmas and I'm here again. An eternally smiling beauty contestant. Passive comments of, "Oh, how you've grown" "Aren't you adorable" "You look just like your mother" |
I'm not a party pooper.
But being here talking to plastic plants, eating appetizers from old recipes, being forced to try dear sweet Aunt Louise's old-fashioned cream cheese and caviar dip, and being subjected to Uncle Jack's stale breath while he wheezes "Do you have many boyfriends?" I smile. It's another Christmas and I'm here again. Dreading next year's oh so wonderful Christmas party. |