Brooklyn Brownstone at Christmas Time ( I swear its not my house)
My little family is heading South tomorrow to celebrate Christmas at Opa's house. Opa is the German word for Grandpa. This is the fourth Christmas without my mother, but we are managing to hold the family together. I think she would have been proud that we are still following the same crazy traditions she imposed on our family so long ago.
Though I am not crazy about the 12 hours of driving, I am looking forward to spending some time with my dad. I am kind of proud of the way he has been managing these last few years on his own. This last week, he has been calling me almost every day to talk about the elaborate Christmas meals he has planned. Its kind of cool that he got into cooking. He makes a killer paté and an even better coq-au-vin. Not that I would know, since I don't eat meat. But its impressive the way he has become domestic. If my mother knew...
So that is my Christmas this year! Wishing you all a great Holiday Season!
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