I love Christmas. Everything about it. It is an excuse to dive into commercialism, eat tons of yummy foods, feast upon dishes that take hours to prepare, and in general to be around family and watch Christmas movies that bring tears to your eyes. Being away from a Colorado Christmas and waking up to a fresh coat of snow and my mom’s epic stockings stuffed with magical surprises isn’t exactly easy to beat. The nostalgia kicks in when the Christmas music plays, and I frantically try to impress my in-laws by making my step-dad’s infamous breakfast strata.
Christmas in the house where I grew up is scheduled around traditions. We watch the same movies, eat the same things and do the same things, together without questions asked. It’s what I like about it. However, adding in new traditions is just as wonderful, and a Christmas in the USA will just have to do every other year.
On Christmas I tend to think about the past Christmases, and daydream about the future Christmases. Like how next year we will be back in Colorado and a my little baby nephew will have been born and will be crawling around all over the place and playing in the snow. I’ll get to cuddle with my mom on the couch while eating Ben & Jerry’s and watching The Family Stone, like every year. It makes me teary eyed just thinking about it. I guess that’s what’s so great about Christmas, is you never just think about the present one.
We are at the most beautiful house in the world this Christmas, feasting and enjoying each other’s company. We are staying warm and dry from the cold rainy weather on the other side of the walls, and are treating ourselves to excessive amounts of chocolate, spooning all on one bed to watch movies together and listening to the Michael Bublé Christmas album. My father in law is spoiling us with his many cakes and desserts that are just as beautiful as they are delicious. We ran into the town center of Montargis to get some last minute gifts at the Praslines de Mazet shop, a specialty of the town (and they just opened a second boutique in Paris!), oysters from the street market, and fresh baguettes for the upcoming feasts.
This Christmas is perfect. Every Christmas is perfect, and I am so lucky to get to be a part of such a fantastic family. The only thing missing is the snow.
Wishing you a very Merry Christmas.
Making the most of limited footage. I totally thought I took more video than I actually did. This video showcases what I did take, with one of my favorite songs.
p.s. Due to the lack of footage… and most of it being of delicious Colorado craft beers…. my apologies for making it seem like all I did was taste beer when I was home for the holidays. Which is not entirely false, but still.
p.p.s. Missing you so much, all of my Denverites.