Some may think that being a Canadian it would seem very strange for me to have a non-white Christmas. To be honest I’ve had a lot more warm, green Christmases than white ones in my lifetime. Yet, despite the similarity in weather, it just doesn’t feel like Christmas this year.
There are Christmas carols in all the stores, although they do refuse to play them in my restaurant. There is a big Christmas tree in the city, with banners, lights and festive displays proclaiming the festive season. I’m even working with Santa, and yet the Christmas spirit seems a long way off.
Don’t get me wrong, it’s not that I’m not enjoying myself, but I’m feeling a little bit homesick for family and friends, eggnog and turkey, and presents under the Christmas tree.
There are some wonderful Christmasy experiences, and I’m cashing in on every one. The display at Crown Casino is really beautiful, and as I watched I felt just like a little kid again. Little kids faces lighting up as they walk through the curtain and see Old Saint Nick waiting to listen to their Christmas lists, makes me remember Christmas’ past.
And then suddenly it was Christmas Eve. It tends to sneak up on you when you’re working over 60 hours a week. Christmas tunes finally played through the speakers at work, and everyone enjoyed the giddiness of the holiday.
Christmas morning I opened my emails, to discover my Christmas gift. Then after getting as close to them as possible, thanks to the wonders of Skype, I felt a little less alone. A picnic in the park with some new friends made for lazy Christmas Day, that might not have been perfect, but will still be remembered with fond memories.
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