Chestnuts roasting on an open fire,
Jack Frost nipping at your nose ……
That’s how it used to be back in the North Country where Max and I lived. Not here in the large Mexican city where we live now.
In late December, It’s still warm and slightly humid, flowers blossom in our garden, trees keep their leaves, even as myriads of tiny, white lights twinkle in the trees along our main boulevard.
I wear a cotton blouse and am comfortable. The few times I wear a shawl is in over air-conditioned restaurants and movie theaters.
It took me some time to adjust to this new type of Christmas until Max pointed out that the first Christmas was celebrated in a warm country.
Similarities exist between our Christmases in the North and Christmases here. Decorations and holiday trees shine in house windows, on rooftops, in hotels, at the parks, at malls, in stores. The wonder and excitement in children is the same and in those adults still young at heart and lucky enough to enjoy the hullabaloo.
I’m sitting on the terraza with Salsa on my lap. Max approaches with a bottle of champagne and two glasses.
We toast you all!
May you recognize and enjoy all the holiday blessings coming your way!