Dear Jade,
It’s Christmas day.
I’m sitting by a crackling fire, wearing a festive sweater, and drinking hot chocolate as the smell of steamed rice and stir fried bok choy wafts luxuriously from the kitchen.
I spent the day skiing down powdery white hills, flanked on either side by majestic evergreens, stopping every so often to watch my non-skiing family members slide, flail, and side-step their way down the hill. Thankfully, there were no fatalities.
With a sun-kissed mountain range, a lake, and a picturesque village as a backdrop, our family Christmas photo was taken from the peak of the highest ski run, whereupon we got back on the gondola and rode to safe ground because my poor mother’s record for time upright on skis is approximately three minutes and the long descent back to the hotel would probably kill her.
One version of Christmas.
I used to be mortified by scenes such as these, but as I get older I’m starting to appreciate my family’s entertaining attempts at fine living.
Anyways, I hope you and your family are having a wonderful Christmas--whatever that may mean for you.
Love,
Cindy
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