Christmas

Christmas is a strange time of year. I remember when I slid into the intersection. I’m still alive, I’m still alive. The EMT told me to breathe. I did. And that was that. I never drove again. Christmas is a strange time of year. I used to be able to go to the store. Now, I get groceries sent to my door. I used to like to take a walk outside. But I shake too much, when my feet start to slide. Christmas is a strange time of year. It’s been three years since I’ve visited anyone. And one year since I’ve had any visitors. The Christmas cards feel strange and empty. I read each one a couple times. The EMT told me to breathe. I promise I will.