16. Who Needs
Santa?
The next day Gerry stopped by my office again. He’d been thinking about his relapses.
He said, “When we were little Christmas was wonderful. It wasn’t until I was a teenager that I knew my
dad was usually blind drunk by the afternoon.
Same with my mom. It took all the
shine off the holiday. After Christmas, I never wanted to put away
the decorations. I kept waiting for the
Christmas magic.”
I asked, “Staying clean is like putting the decorations away?”
“I kept hoping the next run would be magical. Time to put the decorations away,” he said
with a heavy sigh.
I laughed, “Time to stop believing in Santerall, time to
learn life can be magical without Adderall.”
“Santa. Adderall. Santerall. You need help, Ken.”
Today I’ll find the magic in life.
Needles Not For Knitting is a work of fiction. Any resemblance between the
characters and anyone you might know is purely coincidental.
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