Scrapple on Christmas
It’s warm in Phila. My mother’s house smells like dust, turkey, old perfume, old photos. At church this morning they gave out bags of Christmas cookies after the service, and our friends ate Philly scrapple at brunch.
Last night my mom and I were forced to sing a duet of Joy to the World at a party. It’s the first time I’ve sung a cappella in front of anyone in, I dunno, years. I hesitate to admit it was actually really fun…because that’s almost the same as admitting I can’t wait to sing karaoke in front of people I don’t know as soon as I get back to Boston. Which may or may not be true.
It doesn’t feel like the holidays, but at least we’ve got a week off work. Blessings to all my peeps, and to everyone else. Gracias a Dios para todo, especialmente para amigos y familia y helado! Ay!!!