Now with Christmas gone and New Year’s just a few hours away, I sit back and let it sink in that this is quite possibly the last time I will celebrate Christmas and New Year’s in NJ…
My hubby had wanted to leave in November but I convinced him (as if he had a choice) to wait until January because I couldn’t imagine not celebrating Thanksgiving ever again and not celebrating Christmas and New Year’s in NJ. When I think of Christmas I think of the 29 degree Fahrenheit weather with remnants of a previous snowstorm on the ground if not a fresh engulfment of snow on Christmas morning – not a Christmas with shorts and a tank top. I had to have my winter wonderland Christmas one last time so I can formally say goodbye and have my last Christmas in NJ etched in my memory forever. But…
As I sit here and await for 2008 to say hello, I realize this “last” Christmas and New Year’s in NJ wasn’t what I had imagined it to be. I envisioned a houseful of all of my family and friends gathered around putting their differences aside exchanging gifts, stories, laughter, and well-wishes as we drank coquito while holding back anticipatory farewell tears. Instead I got a houseful of cluttered boxes, leftover take-out, and no gifts since we would have to pack them up anyway to send to Australia. And no fond stories exchanged, just the stress of moving. In other words, my holiday season sucked. Maybe it still would have sucked even if we weren’t in the process of moving or maybe it would have still sucked if we were already in Australia, but all I can say is next year after LJ tears open his gifts from Santa, we’re going to the nearest beach to build sandcastles! If I get really sentimental, maybe I’ll bring a thermos of coquito with us to the beach and introduce the locals to some good ol’ fashioned Puerto-Rican Rum.
Don’t miss a thing