It was a balmy 53 degrees on Christmas Day in Maine, and that got me thinking back to the Christmases I spent in California.
I was married to J back then, and her father and stepmother lived about a mile away, which meant we usually spent Christmas at their house. Christmas with my former father-in-law always meant more Tabasco ties for my collection.
And listening to him ramble on incessantly about any number of subjects about which he believed himself to have an expert knowledge.
Whenever I think about Christmas in California, I remember how much I hated that it was so hot and sunny. I have this vivid memory of walking to the garbage dumpster at our apartment complex with all the discarded wrapping paper and empty boxes one Christmas morning. I was wearing shorts and a tee shirt, and shielding my eyes against the relentless California sun.
I’m not a big fan of snow and frigid weather, but it also shouldn’t be 80 degrees and blinding on Christmas.
A little too California, Modern Philosophers.
To add to the further Californication of Christmas, I received a call this afternoon from my friend Eric. We hadn’t talked in years, and he just wanted to wish me a Merry Christmas and catch up with me.
From where was Eric calling? California.
Even though Eric is from Brooklyn and I’ve known him since high school, he has lived in Northern California for quite some time now. I thought it was ironic that he was having the same Christmas weather as I was (perhaps he should write a blog post about the Mainelining of Christmas!).
The conversation eventually got around to J, who Eric has known since shortly after she and I started dating. Of course, that got me thinking about California Christmases again. It was like The Ghost of Christmas Past really wanted me to focus on all the Christmas Days I celebrated in California.
It also made me think about how much different Christmas was with J. As I have documented in previous posts, her family was very generous at Christmas, and being with J totally made me change the way I approached the Holiday.
If there’s a knock at the door of The House on the Hill, and I discover J standing on the front porch, then I’ll know that something really screwy is going on here.
It was just an odd feeling to have California on my mind today, but I guess that’s to be expected when I’m alone. I’m not sure if I was happier during my California Christmases, but I certainly was not as lonely.
I’m sure I’ll spend some time tonight forming Deep Thoughts on it all. For now, though, I’m going to focus on enjoying what’s left of this Christmas in Maine.
Merry Christmas, Modern Philosophers, wherever you might be spending this Holiday!