Crying in December

It is December and Mr. Dressup is making Christmas stockings out of construction paper on the CBC. The rise and fall of his vowels — remnants of that ‘Canadian dainty’ lilt. I hear my grandfather’s voice, “at all, a-tall, ah-Tall.” Mr. Dressup writes names on the stockings in perfect cursive, the kind my grandmother wrote myContinue reading “Crying in December”