One of the best things about the holidays are all of the traditions my family and I have. Big family gatherings at Thanksgiving with all of the excited chatter, Christmas shopping with my beloved piping hot latte with extra whip and of course breaking out my sweaters, scarves and boots.
But sometimes, just sometimes, I hear of someone spending Thanksgiving in the Virgin Islands or Christmas in Hawaii and I turn just the lightest shade of green. A turkey drumstick on a white sand beach in my bikini? A roasted kahlua pig in the sweltering heat while I wear my jingle bells? Ok, yeah, twist my rubber arm.
I am willing to forgo a few traditions to experience this one day. Mark my words that the scene below will be me and my Dutch man sometime in the next decade:
Except hopefully he wont have balls on his chin like the turkeys pictured above. Happy Thanksgiving!!