by Joy Monger
We didn’t give gifts this year. Trying instead to be frugal, and creative, and sustainable.
But we still received gifts, you know?
Because we spent time together after time spent apart. And cooked food with love. And listened to music and played games and laughed.
I spent Christmas Eve night on a sofa sleeper in my mom’s living room. Like a child. Only also with my boyfriend. So more like a poor, slutty, college student (is that statement redundant?).
And I might have accidentally gotten my family drunk at brunch. Because this Christmas besides the gift of my love, I also gave a signature drink.
It was probably my favorite Christmas ever.