Season of Truth

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.