Old Friends this Chirstmas

It takes a party at one of your oldest friends for Christmas to really catch up on all missed while winging around. Lights a blaze and the threat of massive snowfall coming your way, a house where many important celebrations and major downfalls have been dealt with, a haven, no a sanctuary. Stories about the past pop up and laughter fills the air, we were a wild bunch in the 70’s and 80’s.

I get to see a god son that is now a towering vigorous man, architect soon, the wine flows and laughter spills through out the house. Remember when, comes in endless circles, calming and names drop faster then apples in the Hudson Valley in November. We have few secrets and no inhibitions; we are at the Dillon’s and all is right. Hugs end the night as we leave, grateful for the chance to once again all share company that goes back a long way, we all lead different lives now. But tonight it is all about us and friendship; I’ll pack that in my bag next trip.