George was in a surly mood on this morning's jaunt for coffee.
"It must be nice having a father who takes care of everything," George told me sounding really spiteful.
"George, you shit. That is rich coming from you. Your mother takes care of everything for you. You don't even have to pay a bill," I replied scoffing.
George grinned devilishly and asked me if I wanted another refill on my coffee trying to play it off.
I then swung by mom and dad's house. They were taking down their Christmas decorations. It made me feel sad. Often, when I was a child my mother would yank down the decorations a day after Christmas. It would usually end up in a screaming match between us.
"You going to take down your tree soon?" dad asked.
"I am keeping it up till after New Years," I replied.
I came home and sat down on my sofa watching my beautifully lit tree. "You're not coming down so soon," I mumbled to myself.