By Christmas 2011 Kenrick and I had broken up. I was miserable and unhappy. Our breakup had happened the month prior and I had not been sleeping well. The plan was for family members to again share something at Christmas dinner. I turned to my staple, poetry. It was, of course, much different this year. I was moody and depressed. I don’t remember sharing the poem as we’d become busy talking and playing games. However, despite the way I felt I was thankful to be around people I loved and who loved me. So, although Christmas 2011 was sad, that’s all it was, sad. Within a few weeks Kenrick and I would be back together again and the heartache of the season melted into the past.