Christmas

For the last few days I have been stuck in Hicktown, USA with my parents and grand-stuff. I say grand-stuff because it is my grandmother and her new husband, Jim*, and I'm not quite sure what to call them yet. When I say grandparents, it always makes me think of my grandfather who died a few years ago, and who I called Poppop. Weirdest name, I have no idea where the nickname came from. But God, I loved him. and it's weird now, because Jim reminds me so much of him. When I came to this town, this town where people say "yonder" and "dad gum it!" and so many strange things, I was expecting the absolute worse. I was expecting what happened the last time I was in this dreaded place, I was expecting screaming and fighting and drunken swears and curses. To this day, I hate the smell of alcohol on a person's breath; it makes me relive the nightmare over and over again. But alas, these last few days have been different, have been better than ones in the past. True, my grandmother still acts like she is eight years old, and true, my beloved grandfather is still gone, but I was wrong in my anxiety over Christmas.

So. Yes. Merry Christmas :)

December 24, 2009. 7:08 PM.

*names changed