Tots100 and Argos challenged me to think up my dream Christmas, and it took me a while to figure out what I would consider the absolute, over the top, can’t be bettered Christmas. I think I’ve got it.
First, if you haven’t realized it yet, I’m not what you would call…traditional. For instance, the Christmas before my son was born, this was the electronic ‘card’ we sent out. (Yes, that is mean meowling ‘O Holy Night’).
So understandably, my Christmas would be a bit odd.
First, hubs and I would take kid to London on Christmas morning, and photograph him in a weird costume like he’s in 28 Days Later. (You think I’m joking, but we’re actually doing that – I’ve already got the costume ordered from Argos.) Then would come the ‘dream’ part of Christmas day.
One of the hardest things about being an international couple is that our families are on different continents than we are. Our parents have only met once – the weekend of our wedding. It’s far too difficult for our aging folks to just ‘pop round’ for the holidays, so if I had my way, we’d have portals in our house where for one day, they could step out of their living rooms in the US and Hong Kong respectively, and into ours. And I think they’d have a whale of a time celebrating together.
Even though we may celebrate it differently – for my family, it was a HUGE affair every year, including church services, while for my husband’s family it was more low key…
While I was going through hubs’ and my old photos, I realized, our families are actually very much alike. We both LOVE to have big meals (but ours are generally ham based and hubs’ is generally duck/chicken feet/black mushrooms/pork belly/short ribs/rice)…
And we both love to play games after dinner (Trivial Pursuit for my family, Mah Jong for my husband’s)…
And we’re all about the kids. I want to point out this picture especially. See my kid, next to a decorated tree? And see him, same size, same outfit, in a picture dated May 28th? Know why that is? My parents kept up the Christmas tree TILL MAY so my four month old son could open his Christmas presents ‘properly’. That, ladies and gentlemen, is making it all about the kids!
And there is nothing the Patriarchs of the family love more then their grandkids.
So my dream Christmas wouldn’t be flashy stuff, or the biggest tree, or the largest presents. Heck, last year we had a book tree and a string of lights, and this year I considered the tree at Evelina’s Children Hospital to be ‘ours’ (sidenote: Evelina’s is a beautiful, amazing hospital, but I pray to God we never see the inside of it again).
For me, it’s about the people, and getting all of them together in one room, without jetlag, or worries about who forgot their medication, or even a language barrier – that would be perfection.
Now, we can’t have that, because no one has figured out how to make Portals the game into a real life thing (note to self, get on that!), so we’ll work around. We’ll have Skype on in the morning for Hong Kong afternoon christmas cheer, and we’ll Skype again in the evening for the USA crowd. We’ll open presents and wear goofy clothes, and celebrate the three of us, our little island of silliness in a world gone stressful over the ‘perfect’ holiday.