Christmas Stream of Consciousness
Christmas Stream of Consciousness Lighting, lights, relight, Christmas lights, flashy ones, sparkling ones, shimmery ones... Down the chimney he goes, chocolate chip cookies, crumbs, dusty beard, ruby smile, puffy lips, pearly teeth, pearls, laugh, jolly roll, cinnamon roll left for Santa. He eats the sweets and washes them down with hot chocolate and mini-marshmallows that in reality my mom used to drink. Maybe they sat together, my mom chatting about her children as she stayed up with Santa, he listening with half an ear as he grabs for another cookie (fortunately diets never interested him and he kept his belly and jolly zest for life and cookies) cookies with icing, cookies with red and green sprinkles, cookies cut into Christmas shapes by ingenious cookie cutters... How I loved baking cookies with my mom, licking the batter, bantering about nothing...or did I? Perhaps I didn't speak at all. Instead, I followed my mom's instructions of levelling out the flour (which I do...