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... Read more