In a little over two weeks, I’ll be flying back to Boston for my first real holiday since the honeymoon. The Mister and I usually spend Christmas Eve with my family on the New Hampshire sea coast, and then on Christmas morning we make the trek to north western New Hampshire near the Vermont border for Christmas with his family. I am so very eager to celebrate this year, partly because I’ve been so far away, partly because I’m exhausted from all of the events of the past summer and fall, and partly because our family has expanded (my little nephew’s first Christmas, hurray!).
Since I’ve been traveling so much of late, I could deal without the snow and risk for flight delays. Give me a cold, crisp, wind and sea-blown Christmas any year. Last year on Christmas Eve night, before coming home to steaming bowls of New England clam chowder, we walked along the beach to wish Merry Christmas to the seagulls.