Three weeks before Christmas and an Audi ran into the back of me after a Ford Focus smashed into her. The Ford was a write off and I thank God that the Audi was between me and the Ford, or me and mine would have been a write off too. I was a nervous wreck driving for a few weeks with constant over checking in my rear view mirrors, but no actual damage to me or my car.
By the time Christmas Eve arrived, I had said 'those' words, the words that makes the Grinch rub his hands with glee, those words that kill angels and neutralises star dust... I uttered; 'I can't wait for Christmas to be over.'
I know, as the words left my mouth, I heard clocks seize and magic die. You know that I didn't mean it. I was just so done with family drama and petulant behaviour, that I said something that I didn't mean.
Christmas Eve arrives and I have lots of baby cuddles with my new baby Great Niece EG, I leave CJ's (my darling nephew's) and head to my sister's who is the new Nanna, to deposit presents. Jan is showing me a video of EG managing to cover her face with her bib, all on her own. As we watch the video again and again, one of the new Grandparent cards taped to the back of the hall door falls to the ground.
'Hi Mum', Jan and I look at each other as I acknowledge that Mum is around. We are used to the occasional "appearance" and I think it's important to acknowledge it, I believe it must take great effort. When it's time to leave, I approach the door with roughly twenty-five cards taped to the back of the door. I reach to pick up the card that has fallen from the middle of the arrangement, the card looks familiar and as I open it and peek inside, it's the card that I sent to the new Grandparents, fallen, from the centre of the display, amidst all of the other cards.
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