It’s been a while since I’ve spent Christmas in The Bronx,
but when I stroll back in and take my coat off, I feel lost within the familiar.
My oldest memories, just me and la familia –
Throwing miniature present ornaments into the tree and seeing where they land,
Decorating our tree as well as hula hoops with lights to make a wreath
to hang out on our balcony, and from the streets beneath
it made such a grand stand in the sky, burning bright for blocks, our Christmas parties were rockin’,
Sega Genesis and N64 games stuffed in our stockings,
The adults drank coquito and danced the night away –
And as the sun shines today onto my airplane’s windows, I can’t help but feel some kind of way.
As the world evolved and revolved we resolved each year
To persevere – through the dark times and the bright ones too, to spread cheer,
Whether it’s toys, new floors, or new iPods,
what’s always mattered more are memories
made, mainly a mix of family, friends, food,
laughs, and smiles on Christmas Day. – RSM
Rubén Sebastián Muñiz | ∞ 