The Quiet Christmas

Dear COUSIN, I write this at 1:01 a.m. Sunday December 25, 2011 Gregorian. You are at the Home your Father built. It’s a long way from that ‘LADEL-O-‘TATER’ eating, whatever yard dashing, Salutatorian EARNING, became-a-woman bearing PERSON that YOU have.
I find it hard to deny the brilliance that you’ve learned to wear as a GARLAND of CHARACTER, even though “we” cannot find the ground to hold conversation civilly enough for me to give YOU that acknowledgement. It’s 41 years from the moment the family watched as ‘Uncle E./ M.’s little gem stood in front of the Sisters to dispel the myth that “Colored Children” werent’ as “smart” as the “others”. Now, these “light years” later your family now has a DOCTOR, who took her mother back to ‘Mother AFRICA’ to be welcomed by those who’d “lost that Cousin” over one-hundred, seventy years ago.
It’s Christmas, and it’s the first without your DAD being there to tease and cajole… to reinforce the love of having produced such a miracle for this World.
Even though I won’t share in the festival of ‘LOVE’ I know that you can appreciate that I won’t be helping STIR anything this year…
ESPECIALLY the mice !

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  1. We wish you a season of joy and peace. Be blessed.


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