I can't help but be reminded today of faces and traces from long ago. I remember cold drunken drives home on snowy Christmas Eves when I was a kid. I'd sit freezing in the back seat of our 1960 Dodge, while my dad drove home from Grandmas house drunk and surly, and my mother was scared and angry. Merry fucking Christmas. I remember happier times noodling on the couch with my old girlfriend Jan, smelling Blue Spruce and Emeraude and listening to Simon and Gar under the twinkling lights. I remember Gwen dressing in her red Christmas Carrol sweater, and being in a happy mood. I remember Casey going out and finding and decorating a tree just for me in Lansing, and how sweet that gesture was. I remember Nicki's basement, and my aunt Barbs living room. I remember all of the faces of those I've loved so hard and so badly over the years. Merry Christmas, be well, be happy.
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