Holiday blues and anguish.
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Do they know it’s Christmas?
“Hurry up, your father’ll
be here soon,” mom says,
staring at the Christmas flotsam,
of ribbons, bows, and tattered
red and green wrapping paper
scattered throughout
the living room;
it’s not even noon
and she’s already gone through
half a bottle of Vodka
and her Johnny Cash collection.
It’s not that she hates
this arrangement-
my brother and I spending
half the day with his side
of the family;
maybe it wouldn’t sting so much
if he only coughed up
a little more child support.
My brother and I fidget in our
new clothes waiting for dad
to pick us up-
not sure what the drinking is about
and why we have to dress up;
we’re just going to spend the
afternoon with our grandparents.
and get more presents.
Later, when we come home
her and a friend have polished off
that bottle of Vodka and are
working on another.
“Did he give you any money?”
she asks, picking at some leftover
turkey and dressing her friend
had brought over.
We shake our heads and commence
playing with our new toys around
the Christmas tree.
“Damn him.”
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