Spirit of the Season
The line wound all the way out the post office door. Bundled against the winter chill and laden with last-minute packages to be sent to her family, Dawn tried to ignore the chatter all around her.
“We’re going to my daughter’s house for Christmas…”
She would be alone this year. She couldn’t face the pitying looks from her sisters; the whispers. She never has finished anything she started.
“…Molly and all the kids will be with us…”
Just her and Bruno, the Rottie they’d adopted as a puppy. She’d agreed to allow Sam visitation in order to get custody. For once she was grateful he’d be with his new girlfriend in the coming week.
“… My parents are flying in on Tuesday…”
Her mother cried when she said she wasn’t coming. More guilt. The postal line edged forward.
“… We’re having an open house on Christmas Eve. I hope you’ll come…”
Dawn had turned down all her friends’ invitations. She was going to take her days off from work to stay in her pajamas, eat junk food and binge-watch sad movies: “Love Story,” “Terms of Endearment,” and “The Notebook” were already in her queue. All she’d felt since the divorce was anger. Her therapist had told her she needed to cry, mourn, get it all out.
“Merry Christmas... Happy Holidays!”
Damn. This really sucked. Oh, hell…
She took out her phone. Maybe she could still book a flight.
May this holiday season find you all surrounded by those you love most.