I’m currently laying in a very comfortable bed, in the coolest of rooms, having just eaten the most delicious gallo pinto, plantain, avocado, and ensalada presented on a beautiful banana tree leaf.
The Christmas season has always been my favorite time of the year. I didn’t grow up poor by any means, but I did grow up in your average, middle class home with divorced parents. My parents worked hard to give us everything we needed. Sometimes that meant not having a lot of “extras” but they did everything in their power to provide us with a beautiful life, especially on Christmas.
My mother is the type of mother to make every holiday special, no matter how big or small. Green eggs and ham on St. Patrick Day, heart shaped pancakes on Valentines Day ….
As a mother myself, I have carried these traditions on with my own children. And up until this year, Christmas has always been a day spent at home, with family, enjoying one another and our gifts. But this year we’re doing things a little differently.
Two days before Christmas we packed our bags, hopped on a plane, and made our way back to Nicaragua. I shared our last trip here and here, but you can follow this trip on my Facebook page, Snapchat (@TaraCreel,) and Instagram! If there’s anything you should know about me, it’s that I live for experiences and Nicaragua has quickly become one of my favorite places on earth!
We spent Christmas Eve on the streets of Leon, shooting off fireworks, laughing with family, and watching the neighborhood children play soccer in the streets — perfection! Christmas morning each kid woke up to their stockings filled with goodies. My daughter even got a visit from the Tooth fairy! Amazing how these guys follow us around the world . . . keeping the magic alive, always!
Something about spending Christmas in a place where children are just happy to be alive, fed, and playing outside with their friends, well, it just does something for a person. It truly keeps the magical spirit of Christmas alive and I feel so blessed to have my children experience that at only seven and five years old.
I’m off to bed after a busy busy day, but I just wanted to hop on here and wish you the merriest of Christmases. I know this year has been a difficult one for many, but just remember how blessed we are to live the lives we do. Stop, take deep breaths, and embrace the time you have with your loved ones this week. And if you ever feel alone, just know that I believe in you and your heart; and the fact that you wake up breathing each day is extraordinary!