This winter holiday season is my first as a blogger so I’m filled with an abnormal amount of glee at the prospect of having a public platform where I can wax poetic about all the great things that happen this time of year. I’ve already tackled the subject of nifty-but-practical gift wrapping.
Let me now take a stab at dispelling a common myth that crops up around Christmastime. There are some folks who insist that enjoying the holidays requires cold weather, the delightful anticipation of a snowfall, and the warm coziness of a crackling fire. They argue that spending the holidays in a less-than-frigid climate would feel incongruous with the true spirit of the yuletide season.
Well, I’m here to tell everyone that it just ain’t true. It’s a myth, folks! Back in 2004, I was fortunate enough to spend Christmas in Hawaii, and it was flat-out fabulous. There was no bundling up in woolen layers! In my sunny and balmy Hawaiian heaven, I happily ran around in shorts and tank tops.
OK, I admit that the fall and winter of 2004 was a rough patch for me. After getting my master’s degree in global marketing, I had moved back into my mom’s house. Desperately searching for a job, I finally thought I hit the jackpot when I got the opportunity to pursue my dream job at Nike. The application and interview process was grueling, but I had hope: I was one of four candidates still left in the hunt. I didn’t get the job, though, and I was crushed. So when a family friend invited me and my mom to her house in Hawaii, we jumped at the chance to escape reality for awhile.
Seven years later, the closest I am to seeing palm trees in December is in a DC office building atrium (and I’m not even sure if these are real or fake):
Look, don’t take my word for it. Book a trip to a warm destination, board your plane wearing a coat, disembark wearing a t-shirt, and see if you miss your traditional holiday—if you ever come back, that is.