What are traditions but the silly little things family does?
Are our Christmas eve latkes and french toast really that odd?
Good!
They’re ours!
You’ll never know the joy of watching these two women I love
chatting over sizzling oil, sawing a loaf of bread, humming Christmas songs
You’ll never see the dogs waiting in the corner of the kitchen
the cat surveying his domain from the fridge
I could tell you why we make latkes and french toast every christmas eve
but that won’t make it any less ours or anymore yours
and I forgot why ages ago
I have a couple of Christmas/Holiday related poems to work my way through, but I still feel like I should share them. Even if it is a bit late. Plus I enjoy it more than thinking about the actual upcoming holiday.
