Was seeing posts from friends back home on Facebook this morning and it struck me that there's less than a week left before Christmas.
Something as simple as "Heavy snow, perfect day to stay in and wrap gifts. Careful on the roads if you have to step out..." brings back all those memories .
Walking into a warm home from the cold, the smell of traditional holiday meals, and the tree. I swear the cold affects your perception of how things smell and multiplies just how good they smell. I've never felt so un-christmassy in my whole life. They've placed decorations at the gates but for us, it just doesn't compute. Christmas light in palms? Santa's sleigh on green grass? And I can still enjoy my morning coffee outside, barefoot???
That's not Christmas. Usually, I love when the days get shorter, it's like the snow and the decorations more than make up for it. Here in the desert, for the first time in my life, I understand how certain people can find the time change depressing.
We do have our usual customized wicked Christmas tree, gifts and all and I try to set the mood by playing the old Elvis Christmas album or Bing Crosby's. Cooking also helps. But the minute you walk out or even just look outside, it pretty much kills the magic.
I don't miss home, I guess I could stay in Vegas forever, but if there's to be a Christmas, it has to be back home, w/ snow, and cold and all the rest...
So the flight is booked for the first week of January, so that we can see the family and get into that holiday spirit a bit. Until then, I guess that that's the one thing I can't quite grasp - holidays in the south. For the rest, we're pretty much in tune w/ it.