Christmas Day

I shed a tear this morning. I heard mom Mom upstairs in the kitchen finishing preparing the meal.  Eventually, I rolled over, grabbed my phone, and checked Facebook (I need to break out of this habit). Facebook memories usually give me a good chance to see who deleted me. My political and social views don’t line up, so I get…

The Rebirth of Christmas

In my household, Christmas is a big deal. Especially Christmas Eve. My grandmother would be cooking and baking delicious foods that you could only taste through smell. My mother and aunt would lock themselves in a room to wrap gifts because procrastination. I sit in the basement watching TV and bubbling with excitement for the next morning. My…