A Traveler’s Christmas Wish

Traveler's Christmas wish

Last Christmas didn’t count. Ignoring the numerical evidence on my Australian wall calender, I decided it would be The Worst Holiday Ever.

Because I wasn’t in North America, the occasion melted into a muggy, silly Southern Hemisphere beach party that, I was sure, would suck for decades to come. Then at the very last minute, one scraggly Eucalyptus branch and a bowl of fresh mussels proved me wrong.

Christmas in New ZealandSo as December 25th looms in New Zealand, I wonder about traditions: about this invisible baggage that’s so often heavier than the backpacks we carry – and a thousand times more valuable than every personal possession inside.

Are traditions geographically-bound, or are they amendable? And do we, by carefully packaging them in memories and longing, stunt their growth in unfamiliar environments?

Maybe this year, it’s time we relax our grip a bit. Home will always be a traveler’s Christmas wish; thus let our festivities remind us of where we are, rather than blind us to where we are not.

~ Kelli

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