Christmas tree, Stanford Shopping Center, Palo Alto, CA
“White Christmas” is today’s song pick. I feel a little nervous choosing it just hours before I embark on a journey across the country in December, but I do want a white Christmas, and I suppose it’s not as dangerous as choosing “Let It Snow! Let It Snow! Let It Snow!”
The song describes a white Christmas as being “just like the ones I used to know,” and this is true. In my memories, I always associate Christmas with snow. While my Californian friends may assume that my home state is a frozen tundra from December through mid-March, the probability of a white Christmas where I live are actually well below 50%. So a white Christmas still requires a bit of dreaming for me, and when it does happen, it’s quite magical.
Christmas in California
Sometimes Often when I miss home, I give California a hard time. After going home for Thanksgiving, I even claimed that California doesn’t celebrate Christmas. But I’ll admit, after I settled down and got back into California mode, it did start to feel a bit like Christmas around here. It’s different, but it’s still Christmas. I’m excited to go home, but I will admit that there are some things over here that I will miss while I’m gone. I’ll miss my friends, I’ll miss my desk and ridiculous Internet connection at work, and I’ll miss some of the food. At home I’ll gain family, older friends, and homemade food, so it will still be a very merry Christmas, but just because home is good doesn’t mean California is bad. I’ve even seen some nice decorating around here, and wow, it’s actually been cold.
19th in a series of Christmasy things.