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Any where warm. Being a southern hemisphere girl, Christmas is meant to be warm. Still traditional foods served either hot or cold, but sunshine is a must. I’ve done the cold Christmas for the last five years and I’m ready for a heat wave!
@Nerissa
Unlike you, I’m a northern hemisphere gal, but it’s been so mild in New York this December, I don’t know where I am any more, or whether it should really be Christmas! Last night I went out to Carnegie Hall to watch a friend of mine in a performance of The Messiah (Mozart version — I didn’t even know there was a Mozart version, but that’s another story!). I’d brought my woolen winter coat because I remembered from years past that waiting on 5th Ave for a bus back home can get cold this time of year. Well, it was so mild, I could have done with a light jacket instead. Surrounded by fantastic window displays and glittering street decorations, I felt all confused. Moral of the story: Sometimes one can feel displaced staying in place, in one’s own part of the world!
@Kate
Give Connecticut a few more years, and you may have palm trees there — stranger things have happened! At the very least, I predict you’ll be able to barbecue your turkey, which is better than relying on an electric oven, given the state of your electricity supply services. (I’m thinking back to that freak snowstorm that arrived on Halloween — surely one of the year’s more memorable events?)
Christmas is the only time of the year that I become an unabashed romantic – it has to take place during old, dark nights. Provincial towns becoming momentarily beautiful due to Christmas lights even though half of the lights are broken. Putting a tree in your living room and decorating it will colorful glass balls and not finding that the least bit strange. Telling children to go to sleep because an elderly fat man is going to break into the house and we don’t want to disturb them. Being on a beach just doesn’t do it for me.
I’m afraid I’m a sucker for the cold, traditional London Christmas. Roasting chestnuts, frost and all that. I have spent Christmas in warmer places – notably Houston, Texas – and the fir trees and air conditioning just didn’t work for me on Dec 25th.
I love to be away from home at Christmas. It can be a place where some aspects of Christmas are incongruous, like Hawaii, a place made for Christmas like Colorado, a place that does Christmas on a pretty grand scale like Dublin, a place that is simply new to me like the Algarve. Being a tourist at this time of year somehow lets me soak in the season more. I don’t have to worry about presents or cards or social obligations. There are no pressures except finding a nice spot for a champagne toast on Christmas morning and sourcing a good dinner. Next year I hope to spend Christmas in Rome or go to Barcelona for the Three Kings.
I’m spending Xmas exactly where I want to be – Sydney, Australia. We just left Bondi Beach! Maui would be fine and so is anywhere that’s warm. One more advantage to kids growing up and leaving home – you don’t have to please anyone but yourself anymore! Have a merry.