As we break in our new toys and recover from our eggnog hangovers, Aaron and I are beginning to think about next year’s Christmas. We depart for our crazy journey next summer, and we will be travelling for (at least) a year. That inevitably means we’ll be in another country for my favorite holiday. Where should we celebrate it?
Life is full of all sorts of fun experiences, most of which, you never plan for. In fact, it is the unexpected moments that make the best memories – the ones that stick with you throughout the years and make you smile when everything else dissolves into nostalgia.
We had one such evening, quite by happenstance. We had the pleasant fortune to learn what it really means to drink like a Russian.
Christmas means a lot to me and my family. It’s the one time of year when we all come together to exchange gifts, eat far too much food, and socialize and laugh over games and drinks. In America, it’s a family holiday, and offices across the country are closed for multiple days for the celebration. We decorate trees in our living rooms, and we hang lights all throughout the cities. It’s a time of giving and joy and coming together.
I love Christmas.
Spending a year abroad, there’s every chance we’ll spend the holiday in a foreign country. And we know that not everyone celebrates it the same as we do.
Family are gathered, pies are baked, wine will soon flow (at least in my house), football is queued, and the bird is already releasing heavenly, succulent smells that will quickly infiltrate every corner of the house. By the end of the day, tummies will be full, the room will be full of laughter and games, and eventually, we’ll all pass out in a food coma before our first holiday movie of the year.