Merry Christmas…

The Poles woke up at five every morning…red-eyed and hungover from the day before…a little vodka with a cup of coffee goes a long way…cigarette burned in the ashtray…

Stosh sat at the kitchen table waiting for his breakfast…his big blonde wife stood in front of the stove cooking eggs sunny-side up and thick pieces of ham…Stosh had grown accustomed to this treatment…a meal fit for a hungover king…

As he sat there he noticed the snow falling outside…inches piling up on the side yard…it would be another cold day of brick laying on the city’s Westside…he took another shot of vodka…slurrped his black coffee…breakfast was served…

The big Pole dipped his rye toast into the egg yolk and drew pictures around his plate with the golden liquid…his wife took to washing pans and checking in on the children asleep…soon it would be time for school…Stosh looked down the dark hallway where he heard the pitter-patter of his kids feet…his daughter jumped in his lap…the boy stood by his side…

What do you want for Christmas this year my sweet…,he whispered in her ear…the girl giggled and shrugged her shoulders…,And you my prince…what do you want…,Stosh inquired…

I’d like a bike pop…a new bike…,the boy smiled…,I see…,said the man with the wrinkled hands…,I wanna bike that I can ride on ’round the neighborhood…no speeds…just a plain old bike…like you had when you were a kid…,Stosh nodded his head and dipped more toast into yolk…

We’ll go see Santa tomorrow kids…have your lists ready…but remember…not too long…Santa doesn’t like greed…,the kids looked at each other and began laughing…

So…pop took another shot of vodka ‘fore he went out the door…adjusting his coat and placing a wool cap atop his jet black hair…

And he prayed for a moment…crossing himself…,Lord let me work another day…this is all I ask…in the name of the father…the son…and the holy ghost…Amen…

Stosh kissed his wife goodbye and carried his lunch pail and twelve pack out the door…grateful for another day…ready for another Christmas…

Published by: dmseay

The writing is based on my surroundings and what I've been surrounded by. This language is coarse and politically incorrect; which I make no apologies for. These characters are not nice and to use any other dialogue would be disingenuine. That being said, I choose to roll the dice. dm seay

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