Like the ghosts of the
Forgotten family members
From the most obscure branches of my family tree
Play a festive trivia game with me each Christmas season,
Haunting my mind at our family reunion
With unflattering childhood quips and quotes,
Demanding detailed descriptions
About my current college status,
And throwing fact after detailed fact into my
“Why studying to be an English teacher
Is the worst decision of my life” wastebasket.
Waking up the next morning,
Like the famous Ebenezer Scrooge,
I sling open the blinds and breathe a sigh,
Thankful for the gift of family
And a whole year to prepare for their next present.