A Very Merry Christmas

25 12 2010

The party is not over for us. In fact, in a few minutes (which in “Colombia time” could actually be a matter of hours) we are headed to eat Christmas Day lunch at a farm a few hours outside Medellin with Gloria’s family.  I thought I would write a bit about my Colombia Christmas for all of you to enjoy.

It is so interesting because the traditions are very similar…. yet very different.  Baby Jesus is truly the center piece of the entire celebration.  So kids don’t write their Christmas wish list to santa…. they write it to el nino de dios (the son of god).  And thus, at midnight on Christmas Eve after a huge delicious dinner has been eaten, the last and final novena has been completed, at the strike of midnight, Jesus is born.  Fireworks explode. You hear people singing on the streets.  And at the very moment… baby Jesus delivers presents under the tree.

In our house, at that point, Gloria put on here Santa Claus hat and began passing out presents.  We all opened at once in a furry (which for me, as my family will appreciate, was probably the biggest culture shock of all- as I am used to opening one present, one person at a time and reveling in each gift… and of course the applause to follow)  We ate some more, drank, laughed, danced.  At about 2:30 am people finally decided it was about time to call it a night. 

We took Goria’s cousin Cecilia and her two daughters home.  Uneventful really,very little traffic.  And the ride home was pretty uneventful too… that is until Gloria started talking a million miles an hour and TOTALLY freaking out.  Yep, you guessed it, we ran out of gas.   When I realized the gravity of the situation, I responded in the only way I know how– I died laughing.  Gloria screaming, panicking. And me being of absolutely no help crying laughing in the front seat.  Some how (must have been yet another gift from Baby Jesus himself) we were able to coast to a gas station.

But the panic of Gloria has not ceased just yet.  It was in fact 2:45 am on Christmas Eve. What were the chances there would actually be an attendant there to fill our gas? Me laughing. Gloria frantically honking the horn and reminding me that this was in fact NOT FUNNY.  I pulled myself together to provide a little moral support… and saw an attendant walking toward us.  Which lead to several very heart-felt gracias a Dios from Gloria.  A little more laughter, this time for both of us.

And a very memorable Christmas Eve.

I hope all of you are enjoying your time with your families!  Love and miss. Merry Christmas!





One response

1 01 2011
Mama Juan

This one gets me every time. Baby Jesus really was watching over you; so many things had to come together to make that car run home!!! Ten cuidado, mi hija. xoxoxox

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