Winter is the truth season I think.
All the bright colors and revealing clothing get put away.
And we’re left with grays and blues
In bundled up oversized coats.
And we try to hide it.
We plan these holidays and grand feasts
And we want them to be perfect
We forget what our family is really like
and we create Rockwellian images
That speak only the truth of our imaginings.
And then the day arrives
And the family descends
Over tired from midnight preparations the night before.
Tempers are short
Emotion is high
And we find ourselves in the sopping wet mess
That we dreamed of avoiding.
But that’s okay.
Because that is who we really are.
The emotional train wrecks and sopping wet family secret tellers
That we are on those Rockwellian days.
And then it all comes to a culmination.
And we have a day of honesty.
A day where we look at the hot mess we created
And we admit our faults.
We point out the weak places
And we promise to mend them.
But once winter thaws out
We will forget our resolutions
We will forget the truths we learned
On the longest of nights
And we will live another 3 months in the safety of our facades.
But winter will come again
The frost will descend and the leaves will fall.
And we will have the season of truth again.