Got home last night at 11PM. For us, Christmas was never a really big deal. But suddenly when you have kids around it gets more important. Commercialization aside, there is something mystical about this time of year. Neptune and I walked along Burrard St. in Vancouver the other night and passed a hospital that was covered in lights. Atop one roof peak was a firework-like burst of lights that Neptune was taken by. She said that when she got home she would tell her cousin about it.
Touring right up until Christmas Eve, I thought, would suck but not be that bad. In the end it was not bad at all, except for the unusual double snow storm that hit Vancouver and thus delayed or canceled tons of flights. Ours was delayed 2 hours, getting us in to Montreal at 9:30. We waited what felt an eternity for our luggage, drove Laura to her dad’s and then went home. Murray and I both thought Neptune would fall asleep in the car for sure, but the knowledge of presents waiting for her at home kept her awake. We waited until midnight exactly and then opened our gifts.
Our Christmas was unconventional and I would not travel Christmas Eve by choice. I’d prefer simply to be home, or with family. And we were in the end: just our new little family, and I am wholly grateful for that.
Whatever you celebrate, wherever you are, happy holidays to you, too.