Boxing Day, Dad sits down beside me on the couch in front of the fire.
“Well, Christmas dinner was a great success,” I say, making conversation.
Delean cooked the turkey. Mum made the trifle. Taeja brought baked goods from our favourite local bakery. And Seth brought his beautiful daughter, Alyssa.
We opened gifts, drank wine, ate way too much and played four rounds of Apples to Apples.
Dad came and went between the kitchen with us and his chair with the TV and dogs. Lynn showed him his hand from time to time to include him in the game.
Have I mentioned I won three out of the four games?
And at quarter to eleven, Mum was the last resident home to her senior’s building that night.
It was a wonderful night.
“Christmas? When was that?” Dad asks.
“Last night,” I say.
I guess every day is a new day.
Happy New Year!