One of the many lovely trees at the Biltmore Estate in Asheville, NC
This year, it appears that My Favorite Yankee and I will be home in the North Carolina mountains for Christmas. Our travel has been restricted as he underwent a reverse shoulder replacement December 15. Normally, we would cruise or visit family, but it appears it will be just us and the cat. I am a little sad but this is where we are.
My personal journey to different kinds of holidays began when two of my three girls had children and of course wanted Christmas in their own homes. Now they are in three different states. The same is true for My Favorite Yankee whose three children are in three different states. The last time all of us were together was for the Yankee’s 80th birthday three years ago. That was a special time.
I have had to convince myself that even though Christmas is a very special day of the year, it is, after all, just one day. We can visit at anytime. I hold on to the memories of the magic when my children were little and eager on Christmas morning and when I as a child was convinced I heard reindeer on the roof and marveled that Santa ate the goodies we left him.
Thank goodness I talk to my children often and text frequently. I know what’s going on. That is some consolation. I talked to one of my granddaughters tonight on the phone. Her little six-year-old voice is very sweet and she is so polite. I took her to the Nutcracker recently. Her mother danced for years in this production and it brings back so many lovely memories.
Yes, I will be home for a Southern Christmas, but my dreams will be of Christmases past, with much fondness.