For me, Christmas the past 17-years has had little tradition. As a single guy, The only constant is that I’ve had no traditions to follow–yet, not without a wealth of great friends to flop, feast, and feel like part the family with. I’m blessed that I have those who’ve made a place at their table for me.
This year, I spent Christmas Eve alone in a Las Vegas hotel room, and Christmas Day in another hotel near the Los Angeles airport. You see, my package is yet to arrive. She’s somewhere over the Pacific as I type, scheduled to land at LAX this evening–the day after Christmas.
They say if you let the turkey rest overnight, it’s better the next day. I hope this isn’t just a Chef Ramsay cooking notion, but a metaphor for my life. I’ve slept well, and am ready for the start of new traditions with my own family for the first time in way too long.
Maritess and I will have the next 364-days to plan our first Christmas together next year–and maybe we can begin to offer that extra plate to someone else for a change.
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Bless you all for reading my words here as I serve them up in my random manner. I don’t know how I’ve accumulated so many readers, but I’m grateful.
Merry Christmas; happy holiday; whatever works for you, I wish nothing but love and light to all.