The
Christmas Morning I woke up to snow, the Mumps and a brand new lime green bike with daisies stamped on the frame and a gear shift
the Christmas Eve Dinner when I tried Bourbon Balls for the first time and fed the half chewed remains to my cousin’s champion Saint Bernard Show Dog
All of the Christmas Nights that were cold and dark and full wandering pale winter ghosts, warm rich food and soft lights burning from our over decorated tree
racing out the frosted windows into midnight
to find
and bring back
the next
perfect
Christmas.
Christmas Special (2017) Writing Prompt #12 – Perfect Christmas