My Dad Hal
I went home to Kansas City, Missouri this past week to celebrate Christmas with my family. We were celebrating a little late or very early depending on how you looked at it, but things were still very traditional. Our Christmas lights were on. Our tree was up. We did last minute shopping and wrapping on the 24th. We opened presents on the 25th. We had a huge dinner with friends and family that evening. It was so familiar, it was easy to forget it wasn't December and we were the only ones Christmasing.
I don't know if it is my cold heart or my chilly personality, but freezing temperatures seem to follow me. It was 64 degrees in KC the day before I flew in and 8 degrees when I arrived. Now that I have left, it has warmed back up. The same thing happened when I went to California in December. I swear I could travel to Arizona and it would snow. Now I know how Winnie the Pooh felt with his little black rain cloud. Oh well... it was still fun, too short, but fun. Next time I'll make my trip longer, bring my husband and opt for Christmas in July.