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Christmas Less Two

My parents decided to skip Christmas in New York this year.  They have a home in Florida, where the climate is milder and the pace is mellower.  They can golf, see their friends, play cards, swim -- you get the picture.  So they left yesterday.  That's it.

Several months ago they informed my sisters and me of their plan to leave on December 14th for the entire winter season.  Eleven days before Christmas.  While we were never the most religious family, we did observe the big holidays and celebrated in a big way.  Growing up, Christmas eve was always the most memorable night of the year.  We'd have family and friends and fish for dinner.  It was fantastic.  I still hold it as one of the highlights of my childhood.

So I was very sad when I learned that they were leaving.  Before.  What about the grandchildren, the festivities, the wine and the being together?  It took me some time, but I've finally come to accept it.  On Monday, the night before they left, they came over for dinner.  It was a bone-chilling, icy night, with snow or sleet falling while we were grilling.

I realized that they've had enough of this weather.  They can't enjoy themselves here in the cold months.  I get it.  So they arrived in Florida, safe and sound, hopefully warmer and cozy.

I'll miss them the most next Friday night, but I understand now that it's not about me or my sisters.  It's about what they need to do for themselves.

Comments

Joanne said…
very mature!
December 15, 2010 at 4:44 PM
Anonymous said…
and it's time for you to create new traditions for your kids!
December 15, 2010 at 6:18 PM
Anonymous said…
Life moves on, whether we want it to or not.

Nancy
December 15, 2010 at 6:44 PM
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