South Africa has lit up her red and green lights, hung the stockings with care and put Santa hats on every sales person in the land. Christmas time is here!
And yet it doesn’t feel like it. December is a beautiful month here. The sun shines. The ocean beacons. Even the birds
chirp a merry song. But none of this reminds me of Christmas. Where is the snow? Where is the cold? Where is the ice you swear at as you scrape your windshield in the morning? Carollers should be carolling in fur trimmed coats, not board shorts. Your nose should be red with frostbite, not sunburn. No, this isn’t right. My South African boyfriend may think of family Christmases around the pool, but I remember them around a crackling fire.
And so I’m headed home for the holidays.