• leaflet

    . . .a thin triangular flap of a heart valve. . . a small book usually having a paper cover . . . a medical lit-art e-journal from The Permanente Press
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Christmas 1997

Vol 6: Iss 2, Prose

He complained that nothing was turning out right from the oven.  
He forgot some of the key ingredients. The bread was burnt. The steak too fatty.  
Everything was a mess.  All he wanted to do was make a nice Christmas Eve dinner 
to celebrate his first Christmas with his new, young wife, me.

I had come in the door, a bit glazed over, and he didn’t notice.
He complained for a while longer.
Finally, he asked, “How was your day at work?”

“I put a toe tag on a 4 year old. His name was Dylan.”

My husband has stopped complaining.  He learned.
Every Christmas Eve, we celebrate all aspects of living, 
which includes burning the bread.