Homeward
We were on our way home from the family Christmas. Blankets and wisps of cloud settled and curled, hiding granite grandeur, catching on sharp edges of pine trees and bare aspens. Inching our way slowly was our only hope for a safe trip home. The children slept soundly clutching their new toys. Georgie cuddled his new truck - not exactly the most cuddly of toys. Mandy snuggled with her new soft dolly, already named Molly. My husband Rodney was at the wheel. Radio off, we chatted in whispers. We didn’t want to wake the children or cause eddies in the fog. Finally arriving at our turn off, we left the cold drifting fog behind as we descended into the dark valley. The glow of our boisterous family Christmas brought us light and warmth.
“If you cannot get rid of the family skeleton, you may as well make it dance.”
~ George Bernard Shaw, Immaturity
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