“The Day Christmas Shattered”

“The Day Christmas Shattered” December 20, 2018
Shattered Christmas tree baubles
A poem reflecting on the last Christmas we had together as a family, before my parents divorced.

Poem: “The Day Christmas Shattered”

I’m always a reminder of that day.

A photo. A faded G.I. Joe action figure. The smell of Christmas trees.
That photo. My sister in a pink button-up shirt, sitting next to our dad, with caution and trepidation. Me on the other side. I’m in a striped maroon LaTigre polo shirt—it’s too tight on me. I look nervous and sad and lost. My dad in the middle. Brown collared shirt under a white sweater under a light brown blazer. His mustache neatly trimmed. He had hair then and it was black. His arms unwillingly around my sister and me. My dad’s face, shows every bit of not wanting to be in the photo. Christmas presents are strewn about piled high behind us, underneath a tree. We are crying for different reasons, but there are no tears. This is the day Christmas shattered and All the King’s Men couldn’t put it back together again. God, get me out of here and fast.

About Joe Puentes
Joe Puentes is a ragamuffin, sojourner, writer, speaker, entrepreneur, husband, dad and heart attack survivor. He owns a coffeehouse, which he operates with his wife and young adult children. You can read more about the author here.
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