Escape Pod Dreams, the Christmas Issue
I have photos of me
on my first Christmas. It is an odd thing that I was wrapped so securely and warmly. I looked like I was having a happy bowel movement. My mum dressed me in red and brown and had me in new white socks. I was playing with a big old metal whirly top. It was heavy enough to whang one's borther into a concussion. Of course, I didn't yet have a borther or he was in the process of being borneded or something like that. We are 11 and 1/2 months apart, so since I was born January 28th, December the 25th would have been... Oh, never mind. I just remembered his birthday, January 14th. We are not close. I haven't seen him since Snooks' 6th birthday and that was 12 years ago. I suppose if this were a weepy holiday movie something would happen to bring us together in this joyous season. If this were a movie.