Sitting in church tomorrows from today

I was sitting in church on Christmas Eve
16, and a little uncomfortable
with my comfortable mother on one side of me
and I might have been holding a round squirming three-year-old
but thinking
and I decided that I never ever wanted to hear Emmanuel
and think Kant instead of Jesus.

I walked home from church
all alone
and since we used to keep baked goods in the microwave
to keep bugs off,
I was thinking
that I never ever wanted to live in a place
where cupcakes lasted more than 24 hours
not because of allergies or wanting to save it for special
but just because they did. 

Then I ate the last cupcake.