Christmas With Family
I love my family despite the hate
that they show for one another on the holidays.
I find it exciting they’re late
and other weird things in a lot of ways.
I love how they get the cheapest gifts
or forget to give any.
I love how this causes rifts
because they don’t want to spend a penny.
I love how fights break out when they drink wine
and have a lot more than they should.
I love how it is never fine
and I love the gossip in the neighborhood
about our family. How we can’t seem
to stay away from each other when we don’t get along.
We think we make a perfect team
until something goes horribly wrong.
We make a mess, don’t clean it up.
We blame each other for the messes we make.
We put laxatives in my uncle’s coffee cup
because he never gives, he’ll only take.
We burn the turkey, “misplace” the cranberry
sauce that goes with our holiday meal.
We’re starting to get very wary
of relatives who like to steal.
We complain about each other to others here
until we can’t get along with them either any more.
I am always full of fear
until at the end of Christmas they walk out the door.
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