The kids pick me up and I’m stupid happy to see them. Lorelei’s boyfriend has the coolest car. It’s a black ex-law enforcement vehicle. So it’s a Crown Victoria, Still has the bigger motor, spotlight, the special suspension, and the battering ram on the front.
So technically, he can never be stopped by the cops for ANYTHING.
I love this car and I love the identity tied to it.
They’ve been together for 4 years and everybody loves Liam. He’s a great guy and if he can put up with my daughter were good. (LOL!)
Oh course we have to stop at Wawa because they need coffee. (These kids and their lack of energy today!)
We drive to Janice’s house and I love that Liam is on point and I literally have to do nothing but provide banter.
It’s so relaxing. Just to be.
We figure out parking and all stroll up to the house.
We enter though the garage as everyone does. I decide to make a grand entrance and start with the opening bars of Andy Williams:”The Most Wonderful Time of the Year”
My cousin exclaims that’s her favorite holiday song and immediately hugs me.
The party is in full swing. I hand Tom his mystery bottle of booze and we scatter to talk and mingle with everyone..
I don’t have to get into detail here because that’s our time, but it was amazing to see what’s left of my entire family.
Me and all of my sisters. They’re all amazing women. I love all of my brother in-laws too. The nieces and nephews. My daughter! So good!
Janices’s son got engaged to his lovely girlfriend. I adore them both and wish them nothing but health and happiness. (I’m not going to say anything about grandkids, but by writing this I already did!)
It was magical day as it always is thanks to Janice who has kept the Christmas candle burning after all of these years.
That event on that Sunday IS my Christmas now. Without that party, Christmas would simply be a day when nothing’s open in Philly to me.
So thank you so much Janice for the incredible party you put together every year for all of us.
It means the world to me and it’s all I have left of anything that resembles the incredible Christmases we all had as kids with mom and dad.
Those memories are locked in home movies but even clearer for me in my own mind. I have all of details right here. More vivid than any 8mm film could tell. Sadly those will go with me when I pass. But… Our Christmases where so epic someone should have made a film about them.
Didn’t Janice get a Volkswagen Rabbit one year? lol!
But all kidding aside, my dad loved Christmas so much. He passed 2 years ago but if he were still around I’m sure mom and dad would love to see that we’re all still together and still celebrating the season.
I thank my sister Janice for keeping that flame still burning.
I’ve stuffed my head with tons of food, and they’ve packed tons of cookies and goodies for my trip home, but my ride needs to roll so I have to leave.
I bid farewell to all of my brethren and off we go.
I’m the old guy in the back of the cop car going to the train station.
What a great day.
Christmas for me is now complete.
I’ve seen everybody in my family and the feeling is pure bliss.
I have a Tupperware container full of cookies baked by my sister April that is the EXACT recipe for my mother’s christmas cookies. They taste exactly like them and every bite brings me back to our time in the kitchen with mom at 312 Magee avenue at christmas with my sisters and my mom.
Every bite is worth s fortune.
Better than money.
The kids drop me at the train and the beauty of it all is that it’s perfectly timed.
I love that.
I literally pass my ticket and step on the train.
In 30 minutes I’m back in the majestic bubble of Rittenhouse.
I feel the rush of returning to my sweet city after and incredible day that couldn’t have been more perfect. It’s so good, even I couldn’t have written this level of joy.
I get home and settle in.
It’s 6:30pm. I’ll watch some christmas shows and have a cocktail.
A quiet night of love and refection.
4 hours later…. my phone rings.
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