The Holiday Spirit of the Road
By Eve Morton
Markus should have known better to start out driving so late on Christmas Eve-Eve, especially with the ever-cankerous Joel by his side. It wasn’t that his boyfriend of two years hated Christmas. Even though he was Jewish—culturally, not religiously, he’d say again and again at parties during this time of year—and he was never big on gifts in the first place, he could muster up the energy to celebrate the holidays once a year with Markus’ family, since it meant so much to him.
No, Joel didn’t mind the non-stop Christmas music that flooded his mother’s house, or the sugar rush and weight gain after the inevitable feast which would last over days, as if they’d never see food again. He didn’t even mind when Markus’s father and older brother tippe
