Christmas in Florida is not the same as Christmas in New York. Winter holidays swiftly arrive like jack in the box. We are still in our bathing suits, diving in our warm pools, drinking our margaritas when the rest of the country is bustling with speed to the nearest mall to purchase gifts for under the Christmas tree. We have palm trees swaying with the breeze. Christmas? Really? When did that happen?
My first winter in Florida was comical. We ended up lowering the air conditioner to around 60 degrees just so we would feel cold enough to wear sweaters! Our plants were still growing as quickly as in the summer months, and we did not even think of the holidays. We could see from the evening news that other states were experiencing snow, blizzards, and below freezing weather, but we were sitting pool side with our drinks and thinking, “isn’t life grand?” Suddenly, it was about a week before Christmas, and I had not purchased one gift. I was always the one who began buying most of my gifts around September or October. Weeks before the big day, I was done. Not in Florida. I was a changed woman.
© Natala Orobello