Christmas Day at the House in Truckee
Christmas at the house in Truckee, with the tree up in the corner under the beams and the dog in a red bandana, tolerating it. Snow had piled deep enough on the deck railing that the garland out there was mostly buried, a couple of its lights still burning through.
Santa showed up in the full suit — wire glasses, white gloves, a candy-striped sack — and sat for photos in the swivel chair by the big abstract painting. He got one lap-sit out of the grown-ups, from the one wearing the light-up bulb necklace, before the kids took over.
Dinner came together at the kitchen counter: arugula, pomegranate, feta, pears waiting on the cutting board, assembled by someone still wearing a green paper crown. One of the boys kept slipping away to the room with the synthesizers, gummy candy scattered across the desk next to the drum machine, and had to be fetched back to the couch more than once.