POOPSIE

By John Thomas Tuft

It was to be a glorious Christmas. Older siblings were returning to the family home for the holidays, bringing spouses; or home from college, bringing tales of new worlds. We would spend laughter filled hours catching up, teasing, bragging, telling tall tales over homemade cookies and cups of holiday cheer among all the oh so familiar decorations. I was living at home as I attended the University of Pittsburgh and this gathering promised to be the highlight of my year. My sister Susan was being allowed back into the fold after having been banished when she came…