Dear ol’ Dad's, then Mom’s for Christmas Dinner... this Year
“We're off to Nickel and back?” After having her mother over for Christmas morning, she was off to pick up her son from a night, Christmas morning at his dad’s place. “How many do you have?” She told me the one in the oven would be her second, her girl, her voice, crackeling with smiles. Immediately correcting herself, she reminded us both that she had two sons… the other one spending Christmas at another dad’s place... this year.
We swung around beside a lawn strewn with last year's broken Christmas presents. As she ran across the muddy yard, Jennifer opened the door in her pyjamas to greet her. Dominic, was excitedly pulling on his coat, rushing out the door faster than the coat could follow as they all exchanged hugs, warm friendly smiles …waves goodbye as the two of them skipped back into the cab. “Did you get everything you asked for?” asked his overstuffed n' happily beaming to see him, mama. “I got Halo 3, but I wanted 4… but I got my x-box, it’s almost all set up… there’s a wire that connects it to…” “…so Nana Ann is at our place for lunch, then we’re going to Nana Carols for dinner…” “…are there presents at our place?” yes, and there’d be presents at Carols place too. “...which one’s Nana Carol?” She was the one with Bob, Danny's mom. “Why doesn’t Nana Carol live with grandpa Mike?” “Because they split up like you dad and I did… “Oh and Nana Helen is coming tomorrow, she want’s to take you downtown all by yourself…” “Which one’s he again?” asked Dominic. I could easily understand his confusion, but then immediately imagined the, what must have been six or seven mountains of dollar store gifts this kid would be faced with over the last and next 24 hours or so…
Mom’s place in the morning with Christmas dinner at Dad’s.... shuffling folks from various parents and exes to grandad’s new girlfriend's place then over to either, is it her mom’s or maybe it’s her dad’s or both their turns to host Christmas this year. Then, just as I was kicking myself for dang not again, not leaping to open the door for Dominic’s mother’s I was left thinking of… my son with his mother down in New York, his Aunt, Uncle and cousins over from Rome, with Nonna... me alone in my CAR, driving around Kingston this Christmas… it only my half that's half bad... on the other hand... the tips and the snippets of stories describing which family member's been left where with who were pretty darned good... this year.