Christmas 2016: The Abandonment

Normally, I do not see my family on Christmas Day because I am working for long hours. This particular holiday found me with time off. I contacted my mother that morning and told her that I was coming to spend the day with her. The response was ordinary enough, “I did not know that you had the day off. I shall prepare something..”. A text alerted her to my departure from Miramar to her place which would take at least half an hour. My phone rang as I approached the airport. “Meet me at Jessica’s house. Oh, and by the way, if you get there and you do not see me, its because I went to the movies with Robert.” Red flags flashed in front of my face. My mother already had plans when I called, and she conveniently kept that to herself until I was on my way to her. I calmly informed her that if she was already busy, it was fine. My home was waiting for me. She begged me to go to her friend’s house because I was welcome. When I arrived, all hell broke loose.
Upon entering the home, my mother told me that she was leaving. My anger boiled over as I asked her what would possess her to put me in this uncomfortable position. She saw nothing wrong with leaving me with people that were sitting down to Christmas dinner with their families while she went to a movie with her son. I read her her rights as two friends intervened so that she would not end up in the pool. There she sat. “I messed up. Someone has to let me off the hook..” I told her she could go to the movies but I was leaving. She wanted me to stay. Finally she spoke to her son and they stayed for dinner. Great.
While I was sitting there trying to figure out how on earth I was related to these people, a breath of fresh air revived my faith in humanity. My godmother texted me wishing me well. My eyes stared in disbelief. This woman was sitting in a hospital at her family’s bedside and she was worried about me. I got up from my chair and packed her plate. Soon, I was on my way to the very same hospital to be with her. She made me feel like someone did care about me.
I do not celebrate Christmas. For me to make time to spend with my family on this day only to be treated in this manner has not left me. My view on the holidays is already sketchy. Thanksgiving and Christmas are wonderful times for people to come together and say hey, life is grand. I now spend Thanksgivings performing in a nursing home followed by dinner at the homes of friends. Christmas Day is spent watching Netflix. What will this Christmas bring? A nice meal I hope…

December is the Month of Abundance

It was going to be a three and a half hour performance in the middle of Christmas Day for a brunch at a country club. I began the day at my ancestral altar and spent time in prayer. It was a simple way of giving thanks for my life and how it has transpired this season. I even made it a point to mention that my arms would remain open for future abundance. Well, they were full once the phone rang minutes before my first performance. Apparently, my presence was required at another venue immediately after the first one. There would be no time for a leisurely lunch or even a sip of tea. Unfortunately, I have yet to find my beloved pink water bottle.
As I flew from Boca Raton to Hallendale, I thought of holiday seasons of yesteryear. This has to be my busiest December to date. I have performed consecutively for days at a time and received last minute phone calls for engagements only hours away. I only wear red or black during this month.
Night has fallen. People are either having a second round of dessert or calling it a night. I have crawled into bed with thoughts of how Boxing Day should be conducted. As the New Year approaches, there are things that I would like to do to prepare including a proper house cleansing for myself and a client. (she doesn’t know it yet but her house cleansing will include lots of harping…). The fingertips are tired. The eyes are heavy. The body asks for rest. The radio is off in my home. I do not even hear crickets.