Poly writers often get asked for happy poly stories. Here’s one:
The Prince and I have had a tradition of throwing a party to decorate the Christmas Tree. We instituted it in a small way when our son was an infant and it’s continued for nearly two decades now.
The Prince, the Bird, Muscle Boy, Button, FWB, three of their kids, Madame Bernhardt, an old family friend and some of The Bird’s friends were there. The small children piled most of the ornaments they could lay their hands on at the lower part of the tree, and FWB commented that since he was tall, he felt a responsibility to hang them higher up. We had all the standard Tree Decorating Party treats, played Christmas music and just had a good time.
We didn’t talk about poly. I mean, I introduced people who didn’t know each other with proper relationship titles, but past that, no-one cared. It was cookies and Button’s oldest remembering we had Spiderman ornaments and claiming the right to put them on the tree. It was the little girl feeling a bit ill and unfortunately throwing up in the living room (look, it happens with kids. If you can’t deal, don’t have a social circle with kids). It was the baby who had just learned to walk figuring out he could open a closed door and being very proud of being able to get into a room that was Not for Babies. It was Mme Bernhardt and Muscle Boy tag teaming a rendition of How the Grinch Stole Christmas. It was classifying whether the cocoa people wanted would be Evil, Naughty or Innocent.*
It wasn’t extraordinary, and no, the fun times had zero to do with sex. But it was warm and loving and fun.
This is what poly can often look like, and it’ll always be the times I love the best.
*Evil Grown-up Cocoa is basically intensely chocolately cocoa with Ice 101. Delightful stuff!