Saturday, December 24, 2011

::Tree Sleepover::

Every year, just before Christmas, we abandon our beds-- our cozy, comfortable beds-- in favour of the living room floor. Because that's where the tree is. It's beckoning glow. A Christmas movie plays, signalling sleep as it comes to an end. Messy mosaic of quilt and sprawled limb. I ask him; "Who does this?!" We do. To mark the season. To mark their childhood.