all
the kids came over.
We
actually all got along.
At
least until midnight,
when
my baby got uptight
after
being picked on all night
by
her sister-in-law.
I
call the evening a success,
after
Christmas Eve's big mess.
Dead
dogs, then jail, and “Come outside,”
was
said by eldest male.
No
fight broke out at grandma's house,
though
emotions bubbled over.
I
postponed our Christmas dinner.
Nobody
came. It was not long enough.
Too
many feathers had been ruffed.
New
Year's brought a brand new start.
Just
long enough to scab the heart.
by: Paula D. Nevison
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