Just like the Christmases of my early childhood years. I dreamt of snow. Of course, growing up in a tropical island, we didn’t have any of that powdery magic. Styrofoam, cotton balls and aerosol snow spray made up for the lack of material to complete the final touches of every Christmas trimming. That includes an “authentic” Christmas tree of freshly cut pine from the island’s widely deforested highlands. In latter years, my parents took to the practicality of decking our potted baby bamboo tree instead--sans, of course, the artificial snow. And now, yes, I may still yearn for wintry precipitation to give this very special day that glorious glow as, funny enough, people might think it did back then one time in Bethlehem. But, right now, I’d rather be sipping Cuba Libres on the powdery white beaches of Vieques, Boracay, or Phuket. Warm holiday wishes to all!
