but outside, too. It
started to snow four
days ago. And it just
keeps on coming down.
Semester break, no
classes for three weeks,
I only have to worry
about driving for my
air shifts. Holidays
mean the “stars” go
home too, so I’m
pulling a few extra.
But mostly, if for no
other reason than to get
out of the guest room,
I’m helping Mom with
her Christmas stuff.
Decorating. Wrapping.
Baking cookies, even.
That’s what we’re doing
now. She tried to get
the boys to help. But
Donald thinks it’s lame.
And David prefers the pup.
GOOD THING
Someone wants to play with Sasha,
I guess. She’s at that gangly stage—
all floppy feet and squirrelly tail,
wagging into the cupboards while
Mom and I measure flour and sugar