[Father and Daugher are in a car together. Daughter drives and Father holds a 40 in his lap]
Father: Yeah, SURE they aint got money for it.
Daughter: I mean, I'm sure they have money troubles, too. Even rich people have money trouble.
Father: Mhmm, They aint got enough money to go on the trip with us, but oh, they have tons of money for all of these OTHER fancy expensive things.
Daughter: Rich people don't KNOW they're rich. To lotsa people, we're rich.
Father: Okay, but the difference is when I tell you 'we aint got no money' I mean 'we aint got NO money'
Daughter: I know
[Cut to the living room. In front of the bay window, a small porcelain Christmas tree is chipped and a bit crooked, sitting on a folding table covered by a treeskirt.]
Daughter: What's this? Are we not putting up the tree this year?
Father: Is a tree really the spirit of Christmas?
Daughtter: Why arent you putting up the tree?
Father: What is CHRISTMAS, really?
Daughter: Stop BS-ing me, what did you do to the tree?
Father: It broke. Threw it out when the basement flooded.
Daughter: So shouldn't we get a new one?
Father: Not if you want your Christmas present. You can either have real pine tree that you and Mom are allergic to, or that one.
Daughter: Oh, Okay.
Father: [looks to the small porcelain decoration with a hint of sadness] We might find one on clearance or something if we go look on Christmas Eve... You should check Craigslist, too.
Daughter: Sure, I'll check. [moves to put hand on decoration. She runs her fingers over the aging paint and smiles] But it's not like Christmas is going to be ruined just because we don't hang ornaments this year. I think this tree's great.
~A
Christmas bells do ring
But all I hear are the keys
Of this computer
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