|Our Christmas Snowman "Breezy"|
|Mikias making shells into ornaments|
|Ready for the tree|
As our trip loomed closer, I feared I might have made a mistake. Christmas in Florida wouldn't feel like Christmas in New England. At home in Massachusetts, the season was as festive as ever, Santa was visited, the house was decorated, parties attended and given. Everything felt right, why were we leaving?
A small tree was delivered to our house in Florida. Since our ornaments were at home it looked a little lonely. A plan was made to decorate the tree "Florida Style" . We walked the beach searching for the best shells. We strung them on fishing line and decorated the tree with them. Better. As the kids hung their stockings on Christmas eve, that Christmas eve feeling was the same as ever. Christmas morning felt, well, like Christmas morning. Taking pictures while stockings were unloaded, gifts oohed and ahhed over. The girls were good sports about getting up at an ungodly hour for the boys. The boys were good about not being excessively loud while the girls went back to sleep a couple of hours later. Later in the day we built a 'snowman' at the beach. The day was a lovely and did indeed feel like Christmas.
In the end, we loved celebrating Christmas in Florida. I really had nothing to fear. Like home, Christmas is where your heart is.