Christmas dinner was a perfectly fried salmon croquette, dried butterbeans cupped over a crumbled cornbread, her homemade banana pudding not hot but warm from the oven, and the stories we shared with each other. Your comment. Your music. This time, this place. I am grateful for all of it.
(Though sometimes I do admit to saying, "Is it over yet?" I think tonight I ate the perfect "holidays are done" meal but then she gave me the leftovers. So tomorrow. Earn it, me. )
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