It’s 55 degrees and sunny here in Tucson on Christmas day. And while I love the sun, love the warmth, love the feel of the breeze on my bare arms, it doesn’t feel like Christmas to me, even though I’ve sent out my holiday packages (well, some of them. Okay, a few of them) and a few nights ago we visited the Winterhaven Lights Festival, where hundreds of houses outdid themselves with such an obscene amount of lights and outlandish decorations that it was truly mind-boggling.
I suppose because I’ve lived most of my life in northern climates, I’ve always associated Christmas with winter and snow, mittens and heavy socks and the smell of cookies warming the house.
Yet, hiking and running for hours over desert trails each day isn’t exactly a bad way to spend the holidays. In fact, it’s actually kind of nice. Okay, I’ll admit it–it’s a bit spectacular and I feel fortunate and lucky as hell that I get to experience such joy.
So wherever you are and whatever you’re doing, I hope you’re surrounding yourself with the warmth and joy of your own holiday traditions. ( And please eat a few cookies for me. I didn’t make any this year and miss the buzz of the sugar rush.)