You know us latinos, Christmas is celebrated the day before.
Last year Christmas, Chris and I spent it at his aunt’s house in Jersey. This year we decided to keep it a bit local. Our initial plan was to just stay at his house, but I changed my mind fairly quickly, when I learned my abuela had been asking for me. I felt bad about telling Chris to drive all the way to Brooklyn, but I really wanted to stop by and see her, and since I was already going to be out there, I might as well stop by my brother’s as well.We started our night with a full feast at Chris’s momma’s house. The table was filled buffet style, pernil, rice, mac and cheese, I made some baked ziti and so many other things I can’t even recall right now, just know that it was good, and gone in about 2 minutes. I chugged my wine and was ready for round 2, change of environment that is.We pulled up to my parent’s house, who weren’t even home, and decided maybe it was for the best anyway. We were crunching time and maybe we should head to Brooklyn already anyway.
When I walked in, abuela looked so surprised, she had no idea I was coming. We exchanged hugs and I told her not to kill me, since I barely show up to visit anymore. She was just glad I was there.
I got to see some of my cousins, and all of their babies are getting big so fast.
Time to switch it up. Our arrival at my brother’s place was filled with open arms, and questions to why we got there so late. Every one had been drinking at it was time for us to catch up a bit.
My brother Luis has done a great job keeping up Christmas family style. Something that I always appreciate.
His style of his hosting reminds me so much when I used to be a kid. The little ones running around, counting down until 12am, so they could open their presents, while the adults caught about and spoke about grown up stuff until the clock stroke. Except this time I was on the other side, I’m the grown up telling the kids not to run in the house, and to behave or else Santa will know that they have misbehaved. Where has the time gone?
The kids bolted to the tree at 11:58pm, just waiting, watching, desperate to rip through packages. Way too cute.
I had a great time for Christmas Eve, I even got to meet my brand niece Khloe.
Ugh, She is absolutely adorable. Cutest chunky cheeks ever.
How do you and your loved ones celebrate?