It's my first Christmas Day away from my family and, more than
anything, it's a different volume: Amanda, her one brother, and
parents never approach half the average volume of the Iseman family
zoo. I opted to get lost in Big Bend National Park instead of paying
mi familia a visit over Thanksgiving, so I definitely need to see the
parents and as many siblings as I can corral into one town soon. I
miss them because I haven't seen them; other than the fact that my
aunt lit her bathrobe on fire while trying to cook breakfast
yesterday, there's nothing particularly impactful about the specific
day.
On the other side of the world from them and 14 hours ahead in time,
it's also a warmer Christmas than I've ever had: a good 60+ Fahrenheit
all day, unlike Pennsylvania's typical winter cold.
As always, it's a lazy, high-calorie day. We barely leave the
apartment and eat to beyond full. All in all, a different but good
Christmas.