“‘Tis the m*therfuckin’ season, where all yo’ gifts come, but so will the fu*kin’ truth if you sit still long enough an’ think.”- The Dai Wilson
Dai Wilson thought he’d buried the need for his mama deep enough to never feel it. Even with the wife of his dreams, loving kids, and the grind, the holiday season cracks him open. When his past shows up, instead of slamming the door, Dai lets it in. What follows isn’t a reunion—it’s a slow bleed of old wounds, shame that sticks, and truths that don’t ask permission. Dai is caught between burning it all down and holding on to, knowing that he is worthy to be loved. Either way, things will get torched.
“It’s ‘tis the fu*king season, Dai, and it’s an American versus Iraq war between us. We are supposed to be jolly and loving, not me shooting behind you as if innocent people can’t get hurt. This is not how I envisioned our holiday season...”- Jocelyn Wilson
Dai Wilson thought he’d buried the need for his mama deep enough to never feel it. Even with the wife of his dreams, loving kids, and the grind, the holiday season cracks him open. When his past shows up, instead of slamming the door, Dai lets it in. What follows isn’t a reunion—it’s a slow bleed of old wounds, shame that sticks, and truths that don’t ask permission. Dai is caught between burning it all down and holding on to, knowing that he is worthy to be loved. Either way, things will get torched.
“It’s ‘tis the fu*king season, Dai, and it’s an American versus Iraq war between us. We are supposed to be jolly and loving, not me shooting behind you as if innocent people can’t get hurt. This is not how I envisioned our holiday season...”- Jocelyn Wilson
Ratings & Reviews
Format
Kindle, 320 pages
Published
September 29, 2025
“‘Tis the m*therfuckin’ season, where all yo’ gifts come, but so will the fu*kin’ truth if you sit still long enough an’ think.”- The Dai Wilson
Dai Wilson thought he’d buried the need for his mama deep enough to never feel it. Even with the wife of his dreams, loving kids, and the grind, the holiday season cracks him open. When his past shows up, instead of slamming the door, Dai lets it in. What follows isn’t a reunion—it’s a slow bleed of old wounds, shame that sticks, and truths that don’t ask permission. Dai is caught between burning it all down and holding on to, knowing that he is worthy to be loved. Either way, things will get torched.
“It’s ‘tis the fu*king season, Dai, and it’s an American versus Iraq war between us. We are supposed to be jolly and loving, not me shooting behind you as if innocent people can’t get hurt. This is not how I envisioned our holiday season...”- Jocelyn Wilson
Dai Wilson thought he’d buried the need for his mama deep enough to never feel it. Even with the wife of his dreams, loving kids, and the grind, the holiday season cracks him open. When his past shows up, instead of slamming the door, Dai lets it in. What follows isn’t a reunion—it’s a slow bleed of old wounds, shame that sticks, and truths that don’t ask permission. Dai is caught between burning it all down and holding on to, knowing that he is worthy to be loved. Either way, things will get torched.
“It’s ‘tis the fu*king season, Dai, and it’s an American versus Iraq war between us. We are supposed to be jolly and loving, not me shooting behind you as if innocent people can’t get hurt. This is not how I envisioned our holiday season...”- Jocelyn Wilson