Little Chute Christmas
CLARITY: TRANSITION ELEMENTS | Moment One Hundred Fifty-Seven
I looked forward to Christmas.
it meant
going home,
going to Little Chute
to spend Christmas evening
with my grandparents,
my aunts, my uncles,
my cousins, family friends.
We’d gather around the Christmas tree
a real evergreen
just as my gramps insisted.
Aunt Vicki
would call out a name;
that person would open their present.
We’d all anxiously watch
one after another
no matter how long it took.
It was important.
it meant something.
I’d receive a special gift
from my godparents
Uncle Al and Carrie.
Soon thereafter
my aunts gathered,
a tradition it seemed,
to discuss the latest sale prices,
how much they saved.
