Choosing Happiness Over Circumstance (a Christmas Eve Happenstance of Joy)

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Could we duplicate the way it all went down,
the way our troubled frowns turned up
-side down?

Probably not.

Sammy’s was serendipity. Sammy’s was a sigh
of relief, a place for seven to sit and exhale, talk
well of the twinkled lights and sparked promise
we had just witnessed.

After church,
no room
at the
…..(inn)
Chili’s.

So seven slightly grumpled, rumpled
souls walked across a courtyard,
and into an opportunity.

A waiter, shepherding a shift for a coworker
whose husband is sparring with cancer.

Three
(wise men)
cooks, trying to get through
one last late shift before having
one day off to breathe.

A single mama and her jammied sweet
son at a nearby table, sharing
our cotton candy delight.
Her check paid
(semi)
anonymously.

We left laughing,
my Daddy’s wallet quite a bit
poorer, each of our hearts
spilled over in sticky,
grateful smiles.

 

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Written for Poets United. 

 

 

 

 

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