• Memoir,  Short Story

    Oh Holy Night or The True Story of Christmas Eve Dinner 2014 by J.R. Henry

    My grandmother’s house is quiet, spacious, and ostentatiously expensive. It’s dressed up like Hollywood money from the 1930’s, back before she married into wealth. White columns frame every floor length window, the light from beyond filtering through the slits in the heavy draped curtains. There’s a sleek grand piano in one corner of the room, a glass encased cabinet of silver odd and ends in the other. The plush white carpet is spotted with iridescent sequins of colored light bouncing off the tinkling chandeliers. Dean Martin pipes in softly from the house-wide speaker system. I’m in the sitting room, perched upon one of several silk upholstered chairs around the massive…