My kids practiced for weeks.
Learned the songs,
The melodies, timing, and the harmony.
And they discovered how beautiful it is
Just to sing and feel and share.
Not only now,
During the season of light and presents and good food and drinks and forgiveness and Love,
So, I was pretty fucking proud sitting there with my wife, S.B.,
As my kids kept on smiling and giving their all
Even as parents and sperm donors and patriarchs and matriachs—
Most of them reeking of BO, bad decisions, cigarettes, and stupidity—
Talked through the performance,
Took phone calls,
And had even enough balls to get up
And walk out
Not only on my kids,
But all kids,
And on the future.
Teaching them valuable lessons, of course,
Like patience and open-mindedness, and respect.
And how to properly receive a children’s gift.