Hannah was on the floor, feet closest to the fire.
Grace was beside me, appearing to be one with the couch.
Megan was by the windows, knees curled up tight.
Billy was sitting at the table.
“Grace, what do you think of these?” she holds up an image on her phone.
“Snow boots are ugly. Really, they are all ugly.” Hannah comments.
“But ya kinda need them in VT.” Billy responds with a wee bit of sarcasm.
“I’m not sure what I want. I mean my phone does have a hole in it.”
“Should I write anything down?” Billy asks waiting to record on The List.
I laughed out loud and smiled inside. Here I was, with an almost 14, almost 18, almost 20 year old as we “prepared” the gift giving together.
It reminded me of a poem I wrote ten years ago…