Christmas.... Did We Have That Already?

Christmas '05. Done. Gone. I am now the proud owner of a bought-in-Mexico flannel robe and two super-cool daytimers. I gave up using the PocketPC two years ago for scheduling: trying to type using a stylus, in the car between visits, was causing bipolar syndrome in my tiny brain.

In Mexico, with no snow, no blaring Christmas commercials, and in my little village, no big stores parading the latest "stuff", Christmas seems far less intrusive and important. Mexicans, many of them Catholics, truly cherish the holidays as holy, and spiritual. (Oh, yeah, they like the presents, but what turns them on more is the Day of the Magi--January 6-- which is when they really do the gift-giving thing. I'll see if I can get photos on Friday to celebrate that day.) So when Christmas finally comes, after all the waiting and shopping, and then leaves again, it seems too sudden; even more swift than its departure after the Canadian holidays. Boxing Day doesn't have any meaning here, except to expatriate Canadians. Which is very cool. The Brick be damned.