Traditions

Some people say, "Just don't think about it." Others deal by writing it all down. Maybe some people even go to therapy and talk about it. I remember driving.

I remember listening to crazy songs and looking at the stars. It didn't matter what time it was. It didn't matter if we had something to do the next day. We'd just pile into the car and go. I'd always take my shoes off and put my feet up on the dash board. I'd wiggle my toes inside of my socks and grin at the disdain.

I remember even farther back with my grandmother. I remember the little drummer boy was one of her favorite christmas songs. I also remember her singing every single word to Hard Candy Christmas by Dolly Parton. Whenever my grandmother sang, she always danced too. Even if it was just swaying her hips. Most of the times she'd grab me or one of the dogs and twirl around and around. Those were the days when ice cream solved every problem.

I guess my point is that I 'deal' by remembering. I let myself be swept away. It's bittersweet. But for just a moment I'm back there and I wouldn't trade those moments for anything.

Hey, maybe I'll dye my hair
Maybe I'll move somewhere
Maybe I'll get a car
Maybe I'll drive so far
They'll all lose track
Me, I'll bounce right back
Maybe I'll sleep real late
Maybe I'll lose some weight
Maybe I'll clear my junk
Maybe I'll just get drunk on apple wine
Me, I'll be just

Fine and Dandy
Lord it's like a hard candy christmas
I'm barely getting through tomorrow
But still I won't let
Sorrow bring me way down

~Dolly~