I’d come up with every excuse possible not to attend the dreaded family Christmas, this time held by my teetotaler Baptist brother. At least at our mother’s home, we’d be able to drink. How could we possibly get through the festivities without alcohol?
My complaint fell on deaf ears.
When I arrived, the house was empty, no cars, no lights. A present for me was left on the porch. “Merry Christmas, you got what you wished for.” Inside the wrapping was a bottle of bourbon whiskey. I sat on the porch feeling lost. And when the snow fell, I cried.
My complaint fell on deaf ears.
When I arrived, the house was empty, no cars, no lights. A present for me was left on the porch. “Merry Christmas, you got what you wished for.” Inside the wrapping was a bottle of bourbon whiskey. I sat on the porch feeling lost. And when the snow fell, I cried.
