Christmas morning. Coffee, frozen coffee cake. Heated
in the toaster oven. I watched the birds come and go to the bird feeder
outside my kitchen window. Murphy beside me. His tail twitching.
Feeling uneasy. As if I was about to step on unstable ground.
As if something was expected. Something I wasn't sure that I had the
courage to do.
Neither Sid nor I are particularly religious and yet we observed the
traditional holidays of our parents' faiths. Hanukkah. Christmas.
Sometimes together. Sometimes separately.
New Years was the holiday that we always shared. A time to be together
for a quiet dinner and then invite our friends to a celebration.