This is the time of the year that I miss the US. Living in the northwest, we often had snow for Christmas. For the last ten years we lived in our beautiful log home in the mountains. Art, as a professional Santa, would be gone from before Thanksgiving until the day after Christmas. He'd try to leave Christmas morning to get home the next day. It was about and 18 hour drive from Santa Monica to Central Oregon. Anyway, I had a lovely time decorating our home both inside and outside. I love the lights.
When we came to Belize, we realized that, living off-grid, electricity would be at a premium, so we left all our decorations in storage at our son's house. Oh how I miss them - the decorations and the family. Christmas here is almost a non-event. I guess in town some folks decorate, but here in the village and out where we are, it's just the same as every other day. I know within their homes they make their special foods (boyos out of pigs heads or chicken with the bones and all. Sorry, but ick). Some of the Adventists even work on Christmas day.
The thing that I find truly confusing and upsetting is that they play extremely loud music that has nothing to do with Christmas and shoot off fireworks for EVERY holiday. We are so lucky to live a little more remotely so we're not impacted by all the noise. Our friends, Diane and David haven't been able to sleep for several nights and weren't able to hear the dialogue on their TV during the New Year's programming due to the noise. They live in the village and are both nervous wrecks right now. They've lived here for several years, but now regret building near the river with locals around them because of the lack of consideration by the villagers. This is definitely a recurring theme throughout the country from what I hear.
Oh well, we're still blessed to have been together, in relatively good health to celebrate Christmas with friends and to face another new year. I pray it's a wonderful year for all of us. Blessings