december 25

my father comes home too late.

i have all the presents wrapped (the list i previously posted) for my brothers.

my father walks into the house just as blake get in as well.
keep in mind this is around 3 in the morning on the 25th.

my dad is drunk, beyond just normally drunk, trashing around.
he looks at blake whose eyes are crusted red and his hair is sticking up at odd angles like he has been smoking and been on the streets in the snow.

my dad corners him and starts to beat on him about how irresponsible he has been (oh just look whose talking)
of course this wakes up erik and dylan who are unfortunatly used to the chaos but how can you keep calm when you are under ten and your dad is punching your older brother?

he tells us we are ungrateful little bastards and he burns all the christmas presents in the front yard yelling

"FUCK CHRISTMAS and FUCK YOU JESUS."

and hits us some more.

i will go out tomorrow and buy a couple little gifts to give to erik and dylan so they are not totally scarred for life.