Not so much Christmas and Easter. Although they’re different down under too. Come to think of it, they drive home the very same point--my family is ten thousand miles away.
I just don’t celebrate Halloween, Thanksgiving, or July Fourth any more.
Okay, I admit it. I’ve tried to encourage Halloween, but I feel a bit silly, cackling in my witch costume, when all the flowers are blooming, and we are like the only house handing out lollies.
Every year, I have fantasies about a Thanksgiving dinner, but everyone is at work. By the time the weekend rolls around, I realize I should be Christmas shopping.
We do have an American flag hanging up at our house. And it may surprise you to know, it was up during the Bush years.
No parades for us on Memorial Day. No picnics. And it’s definitely not the beginning of summer.
But I won’t forget. Thank you to those who served.
A Yank lives here.