Deck the halls with crazy and nonsense...

I came home, like I do year about this time. Most things stay the same, some things lose their mystery and sparkle, but usually just the same junk from year to year. As usual I got into a huge fight with my mom about something that meant nothing. Which led to her getting into a fight with my dad, about nothing. As I sat in my sisters room irritated, milling around for a disregarded peanut butter cup or hershey's kiss I listened to my parents argue, and I listend to my dad talk my mom down from the bridge. He knew exactly what to say to make her take resonsibility for her crazy and calm down all at once. He spoke to her in a way that showed he cared for her, but didn't want to deal with her crazy for no reason. Instead of being angry I found myself crying..and sad. I realized that as I wandered around my sisters room scavanging for chocolatey victory (to no avail) My mom had someone who was able to calm her down and talk it out with her. I want that. Someday I will get into a fight. Get furious and there will be a nice young man ready to talk me right back into his arms...someday.