I went home this weekend partly out of necessity (brother’s birthday, laundry) and partly out of a simple desire to be around my parents, siblings, grandparents and VR (the dog). Plus, I was jealous of my sister’s texts and Facebook updates about the fire going in our fireplace.
Home feels like Christmas. The tree is up and decorated with lights, ornaments and some Christmas cards. The nacimiento (sans baby Jesus, of course) is in its place, but this year isn’t surrounded by the elaborate Santa’s village. Dad strung up the lights on Saturday and put up our stockings. There’s a wreath on the door. Two Christmas lists made by Adrian and Lori are on the fridge. And of course, we watched a Christmas movie (Four Christmases).
I don’t decorate my apartment much. I’m not even sure where I’ve placed my mini Christmas tree. Thus, I’ll decorate my blog with pictures of Christmas past.
(Sidenote: judging from Hollywood movies, I’d assume that all white people dread spending time with their families during the holidays.)
4 thoughts on “Christmas Past: Danny and Santa (1983)”
Judging by Hollywood movies, gabachos hate their families and will see them ONLY during the holidays…
Yay, a brown Santa! Happy holidays Cindylu!
I’d like a white person to respond and explain why they dread seeing their families during the holidays.
Because for the rest of the year you can modulate the time you spend with the family members you don’t get along with, but the holidays are times of togetherness, so you’re stuck with them and better start drinking.