Xmas Day
I spent Xmas day with my family, as all good boys do.
Down at Fairhaven. A BBQ on the deck.
We ate far too much, all the traditional fare. We drank far too much, well, I did. And then we all fell asleep in our chairs, like some sort of cliché of Xmas passed.
It was grand. We had a real tree, thanks to Amanda.
“Oh no, it just wouldn’t have been Xmas without a tree.”
Amanda’s sister and her husband, Rosalyn and Michael.
Amanda and Rick.
And my boy cousins, Morrison, Mitchell and Marcus.
We all have to bunk in together. If I get Mitchell, I don’t know what I might do? I caught him in a white towel at the sauna. He was all sweaty, only half wrapped in his towel, he’d clearly just had sex. It was awkward, let me tell you. We just gazed at each other, neither of us knowing what to say? We turned and kept walking without saying a word. Mitchell looked dam fine in a white towel, let me tell you. He clearly goes to gym.
It is the first time I have seen him since, a month ago. It was a lonely night, back then. I was surprised to see him there. As he was surprised to see me.
I bunk in with Mitchell. We’d all been smoking on the deck, as far away from the parents as we could.
Amanda doesn’t care, she and Rick would partake, if the truth be known. I guess you find that surprising, but back in their day, Amanda and Rick were pot heads. They don’t now, and haven’t for years, but that is the truth. So, they, neither do Aunty Rosalyn or Uncle Mike, they were smokers too. So, it doesn’t faze any of them.
They all laugh and get pissed on red wine, heading off to bed, to the main bedroom. The main bedroom is a double. There are screens that get put up, when there is mixed company, which separates the room in to two. And there is a bathroom, on either side, although one of those bathrooms shares with Daniel’s room. My room is on the other side of the house, off the mud room, between the mudroom and the kitchen. There is a huge semi-circular sun room across the front of the house, with 180 degree views, that connect the two wings together. And there is a deck beyond that.
There are three carparks at the front of the house, on the main track, that heads down to the highway. It’s got a weird names, I never remember it.
Mitchell flirts with me. We both stagger off to bed holding each other up. We laugh, we trip, it gets awkward. I don’t take him up on the offer. My second boy cousin, it’s too cliched. It has always felt inevitable, though, that’s what I reckon. Should we? Should we not? But not this Xmas. I turned off my light. “Good night.”
It’s not up to me to judge him, want something for his silence. Mitchell is as handsome as hell.
“Good night,” he said. Then he turned his light out.
Down at Fairhaven. A BBQ on the deck.
We ate far too much, all the traditional fare. We drank far too much, well, I did. And then we all fell asleep in our chairs, like some sort of cliché of Xmas passed.
It was grand. We had a real tree, thanks to Amanda.
“Oh no, it just wouldn’t have been Xmas without a tree.”
Amanda’s sister and her husband, Rosalyn and Michael.
Amanda and Rick.
And my boy cousins, Morrison, Mitchell and Marcus.
We all have to bunk in together. If I get Mitchell, I don’t know what I might do? I caught him in a white towel at the sauna. He was all sweaty, only half wrapped in his towel, he’d clearly just had sex. It was awkward, let me tell you. We just gazed at each other, neither of us knowing what to say? We turned and kept walking without saying a word. Mitchell looked dam fine in a white towel, let me tell you. He clearly goes to gym.
It is the first time I have seen him since, a month ago. It was a lonely night, back then. I was surprised to see him there. As he was surprised to see me.
I bunk in with Mitchell. We’d all been smoking on the deck, as far away from the parents as we could.
Amanda doesn’t care, she and Rick would partake, if the truth be known. I guess you find that surprising, but back in their day, Amanda and Rick were pot heads. They don’t now, and haven’t for years, but that is the truth. So, they, neither do Aunty Rosalyn or Uncle Mike, they were smokers too. So, it doesn’t faze any of them.
They all laugh and get pissed on red wine, heading off to bed, to the main bedroom. The main bedroom is a double. There are screens that get put up, when there is mixed company, which separates the room in to two. And there is a bathroom, on either side, although one of those bathrooms shares with Daniel’s room. My room is on the other side of the house, off the mud room, between the mudroom and the kitchen. There is a huge semi-circular sun room across the front of the house, with 180 degree views, that connect the two wings together. And there is a deck beyond that.
There are three carparks at the front of the house, on the main track, that heads down to the highway. It’s got a weird names, I never remember it.
Mitchell flirts with me. We both stagger off to bed holding each other up. We laugh, we trip, it gets awkward. I don’t take him up on the offer. My second boy cousin, it’s too cliched. It has always felt inevitable, though, that’s what I reckon. Should we? Should we not? But not this Xmas. I turned off my light. “Good night.”
It’s not up to me to judge him, want something for his silence. Mitchell is as handsome as hell.
“Good night,” he said. Then he turned his light out.
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