6 Magic Years

Before I got sober, there was a spirit I chased around the holidays, but I always seemed to miss it. It was that warm glow I saw in other peoples' faces and heard in their voices. The only way I knew how to get that glow in me was to drink. And not out of those tiny wine glasses like my mom had, but full bottles as close to bottomless as possible. I would drink to try and feel the way everyone else looked.