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Christmas Together
by Sean Watson in ,

We expected snow to stick upon the barren trees as we observed from inside our cosy basement apartment. But then again nothing was traditional for either Lindsay or myself as we spent our first Christmas together.   With our families in California and Lindsay working both Christmas Eve and Day we were inclined towards childhood nostalgia, but Christmas somehow transformed to a magical day for us.

Justin, Lindsay's 9 month older uncle, drove down from Idaho to spend his birthday with us before flying to California with his family. "I just love that boy," Lindsay frequently says. Naturally altruistic as she fundamentally is, it became her duty to ensure Justin maintained high spirits and a sincere smile on his birthday. Lindsay hadn't yet experienced Sundance's Tree Room from the otherside as a guest, and the three of us drove up on a frosty night to experience her world. I'd met her coworkers at a Christmas party and felt natural and well received, and seeing them as fine dining servers was right. Our feet bent the wooden floor planks entering in, but I found a beautiful lit, masterfully decorated, and soothingly ambiental setting with exquisite dishes. The conversation was easy, and the experience was superb. Justin left early in the morning, and we were sad not to have him for the rest of the holidays. He returned after Christmas, and we got back to our adventures.

James, Lindsay's father, had a large package of food sent to us with sweets, fish, and fruit. We were grateful and excited, and Lindsay prepared a delicious dish before she went to work for the evening. I don't fail to remind her that one of the best decisions I've made was to marry a woman that cooks. She laughs, but it really is.

She'd explained her habit of waking up before the sun on Christmas morning, dragging her family out of bed, excited to get tearing. Thankfully she didn't awake me before the sun, but her excitement was topped by seven, and I had to get out. Foremost I wanted her feel content on this day, so I asked that my gifts be for her, but felt very grateful that my family had sent gift cards and extra goods for me too. We were not wanting for presents.

Secret Santas are a family tradition as each family member draws another's name and focuses on a gift for them. My mom had sent me some new Sperrys, and Lindsay had received some goods from Brittany in Denmark. She had visited Nepal over the past year and craftily knitted beanies with fun colors. Along with the caps, she sent a Danish silk-screened towel with national emblems. Bubbling with glee Lindsay pronounced, "yea," and thought it would be best framed on our wall.

Our holiday would best be characterized as unconventional but full of love and laughter. We watched various Christmas edition TV shows on Netflix, and mounted an odorless tree with decorations sent from Lani, one from our honeymoon at Hotel Del Coronado, and the traditionally pig from Denmark sent by Brittany. It was tough to not pass from shop to shop with friends and family, but we further bonded in the Spirit of Giving.


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