Dad and the Pole

We were allowed a single creola from the box at a time. One christmas eve, he shrieked at kimmy for wasting an apple slice. Birthday parties consisted of cup cakes, no ice cream. Ag ast the poll was dad's only concession to glee. I'm going to read sticks by george saunders fe cause i'd say it'll only take three minutes. Every year. And thanksgiving night, we flocked out behind dad as he dragged the santa suit to the road and draped it over a kind of crucifix he'd built out of metal pole in the yard. He hovered over us as we poured ketchup, saying, good enough,