All I want for Christmas

This has been my second holiday season while self employed. Most of my time is spent doing something I enjoy or love to do. Some weeks I’m a waiter. The truth of this was put into light when I was offered a career with a large company. The paid benefits and vacation was alluring. The cost was eleven hour days. It seemed like it would suck the fun out of the holidays.
Instead I went to Chicago for Thanksgiving. Barkley and I cooked a beautiful turkey to share with friends. Over dinner we created the word, homosexuallogical. That weekend we drove to Trevor Wisconsin. I enjoyed the long romantic drive in the snow. In my head I was singing “There is no where else on earth that I would rather be…”
We arrived at the home of Tom and Anne-Berry. Our hosts told their story like a well honed vaudeville act. It gave me a new appreciation for being in love. Once at the Colony House for dinner Tom played familiar southern songs on a banjo as everyone sang along. His repertoire closed with My Old Kentucky Home.
Once over the river and through the woods to New York we were to go. We had tickets to “The Color Purple” on Broadway. The story moves me so much that I named my dog Shug. The critics say it’s a complicated story for a musical. Anything that reminds us to see God in something as simple as a color gets a huge bravo from me.
I was at my parent’s home for Christmas. My brother and I elected to go after much controversy. My parents have four sons two straight and two gay. Fifty percent of their children are gay and yet last year they let it slip that they are not comfortable with their fag-in-laws joining us for dinner. Ouch! Once said, it sat there like a Drag Queen at South East Christian Church. My brother and I have worked too hard in therapy to bring activism to our parent’s dinner table. Life is a complicated musical, but, forgiveness makes room in your heart for happier memories. If I had taken the company job it would have made my parents proud. I can only think of the memories I would not have made while at work these past holidays. I made the right choice about the job and giving my parents tickets to see Broke back Mountain for Christmas. It all seems homosexuallogical to me.