The tree is up, the small, white lights are hanging from the windows, and my mom has taken it to her to decorate every inch of the first floor (dining room, living room, kitchen, and stairs) in red, white and, green, it is obviously Christmas.
Almost every family has their own Christmas traditions, things they do every single year, but for us, every Christmas is different. We don’t spend all of our Christmases at one place, or sing Christmas carols, or even eat turkey every year. Each year it is different, a different meal, a different song, a different friend`s house.
I remember one Christmas when I was four or five; we had just arrived to Guatemala that morning. The new apartment didn`t even have furniture. At night when we went out, supposedly to watch a movie we found out that nothing opened on Christmas Eve. We found the only grocery store opened, and bought three Cup-a-Noodles . We got home ate, and went to sleep at 10 pm on mattresses on the floor.
I guess we like to keep things interesting?...
