I saw mommy kissing Santa. It’s not just a clever song lyric, it’s my life. I was nine years old the first time I saw the big man in red grasp the back of my mother’s beehive hair-do and plant his lips on hers. She and my father were still legally married at that point. I didn’t know but they were legally separated, who knows how long things had been going south. We keep things from our children to try and save them from the pain of the adult world, but where there’s damage to be done damage will be done.