We never had a Christmas Eve,
pressed together on a couch in the almost dark,
with only the flashing lights from the tree
to help us find our way
We did not have a quiet Christmas morning
buried under blankets and comforters,
negotating who would go make coffee and
who would bring the gifts to the bed
We only had a single day after Christmas lunch
in a fast food booth
her present (a CD), my present (a scarf)
her salad (that she didn't eat)- my burger and fries (which she did)
Pre facebook
Pre instagram
Pre selfie
so, no memory of the moment exists
except with me