‘‘Tis the Day

 A good one.  Fresh air, not overly odorned or otherwise enveloped. The magic is in being in the same space, the same books, the same stockings.  The old photos.

I'll do my best, says Dad as I leave tonight, watching the second half of a World Trade Center special to humor him, after he comes up with the Irving story to make Christmas the funnier. I’ll do my best.  A second later, Mom is up since my dead phone didn’t get the call about another pain killer. The exasperation.  

Then AA cries something out that might be considered the same thing, and is comforted in a not dissimilar way.  And there’s the diaper changes and the moving in and out of clothing and the like.  

The joy he gets in you just watching what he’s taped - which is good!  I hope the 19 month old baby shark in the next bed over one day understands before too late.

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