For Christmas, I received:

A six-pack of Budweiser, with a note from Dad. Start young, preempt disappointment.

An arched eyebrow and muttered menace when I didn’t thank him.

Another story about Mom. A reminder I had her eyes.

Rent and termination notices to burn.

Dad and me laughing at Bad Santa, Billy Bob Thornton sliding up an escalator drunk and kicking a fake donkey.

Christmas wisdom. Dad couldn’t explain why people left and lost jobs. He told me to be something. A writer. Writers dissected and confronted.

Each word was fervent, cracked, crumpled. I took them before they crumpled more.

Selected byJordan Trethewey
Image credit:Steve Johnson

Yash Seyedbagheri is a graduate of Colorado State University's MFA fiction program. His stories, "Soon,”  “How To Be A Good Episcopalian,” and "Tales From A Communion Line," have been nominated for Pushcarts. Yash’s work  has been published in The Journal of Compressed Creative Arts, Write City Magazine, and Ariel Chart, among others.