Sing Silver Bells
Our first Christmas in Buenos Aires was also our first Christmas in our new home, in BA.
We had finished renovations and moved in, gotten the furniture and settled in at the beginning of Spring .. to parts of the world, that was in October/November.
By Christmas, Argentine Summer was in full swing and we had discovered a few holiday facts .. there are No Christmas Trees.
Oh, there are the tinsel, plastic, cheap , ugly fakes.
There are the large frames covered in lights that are set up in a park here and there .. and some stores have caught on to the idea of over-decorating to draw the tourists in.
But generally, there are no wreaths on doors, there are no lights to be seen from the street and after all those years of being super-critical of those who over-decorated in the US ...
we went through Christmas Decoration Deprivation.
Each year, I take out the little box with the bags of my most treasured ornaments.
They are the ones that are not breakable .. the bulk of 30 something years of marriage and Christmas decorating, stayed behind for the kids to use.
So in my house you will find, a couple of eucalyptus wreaths, and a handful of stars and hearts that are gold and pearl studded , that hang from the knobs on the French Doors through the house and a little "gem" studded star that dangles from the Dining Room chandelier.
The tree is a small brass filigree tree that I bought years ago, to go on the Mantle.
It sits on an antique chest with candles and a small ceramic Santa Claus.
We used to go walking in the afternoon or evening on Fifth Avenue in NYC, at Christmas time.
Enjoying the window decorations, watching people skate at Rockefeller Center and driving around neighborhoods, looking at the homes, decorated to the hilt.
Times sure have changed.
Most days I forget that it is only (12) days until Christmas ..
I send cards via email because the first year here, I could not find one Christmas card.
Eventually, I have found cards, they are not common and are all in Spanish of course.
We won't discuss the mail that my son sent from here on his first visit, the one with the winning lottery tickets, that was lost forever in the world of the Argentine Postal Service.
So check your email ... perhaps my greetings will be there today.
Sent via the computer but with no less Warmest Wishes for a Happy Holiday Season.