holidays in my mind
it’s in something the pictures can’t capture. the way the lights streak out in a million of the tiniest little rays and become a blur of colored stars. in the way the quiet takes hold of you, so peaceful and alone yet completely aware of the chaos that comes in the morning when all of the family that sleeps, in homes here and far away, will gather in a whirlwind of bickering and laughter. somehow despite the knowledge of such calamity lingering, nothing can shatter the warmth and tranquility of this moment. i hold onto it, as long as it will allow. wrapped in blankets and surrounded by the only the glow of the tree. for reasons buried deep in my faulty memory, this is the only thing that signals christmas to me. sitting alone with the tree, late at night.