A small travel story: Early in our marriage, my husband and I spent Christmas with his parents at their home in a small town outside of New York City. This was the first time I had not spent the holiday with my family and I had mixed emotions about this. On the one hand, I was sad not to be with my family but on the other hand, I was excited to spend time in the Big Apple, which I hadn’t seen much of.
Oh what a picture you've painted. It's similar to, but oposite of ,one of my favorite Christmas' spent on Bowen Island (out of Horseshoe bay off the coast of Vanvouver) at the home of my brother, SIL and 1st daughter (2nd child was due in just over a month). We had traveled North from San Francisco with our young sons to spend the holiday with them as my brother's 30th birthday was the day after Christmas. It started snowing the moment the ferry arrived in port and didn't stop until the day we left. It was a beautiful, natural snow globe but without the noise and excitement of NYC. This was a small community on a magically forested island. We also attended church on Christmas Eve but instead of being thousands it was maybe 40 people- just enough to ring around the outside of the church and stand in the glorious gently falling snow, candles aloft ,and managing to stay lit, as we sang Silent Night.
My mom dancing to Cuban Christmas music in our living room before Christmas Eve Nochebuena dinner, a Cuban traditional meal.
Oh that's lovely.
Oh what a picture you've painted. It's similar to, but oposite of ,one of my favorite Christmas' spent on Bowen Island (out of Horseshoe bay off the coast of Vanvouver) at the home of my brother, SIL and 1st daughter (2nd child was due in just over a month). We had traveled North from San Francisco with our young sons to spend the holiday with them as my brother's 30th birthday was the day after Christmas. It started snowing the moment the ferry arrived in port and didn't stop until the day we left. It was a beautiful, natural snow globe but without the noise and excitement of NYC. This was a small community on a magically forested island. We also attended church on Christmas Eve but instead of being thousands it was maybe 40 people- just enough to ring around the outside of the church and stand in the glorious gently falling snow, candles aloft ,and managing to stay lit, as we sang Silent Night.