My dream Christmas.

Nothing like Christmas to allow us to dream.

And Christmas has that; a whole month of joy in its majority, because, also at this time melancholy and sadness rise, for different factors, maybe you are away from your family, or if someone has simply left the earthly plane, we remember it at every moment. 

I have always said that for me, the family is the most important thing; and at this time, I emphasize this more, for a long time, I did not share Christmas with my family, my work was very demanding when I was hired by one of the Big Four, a big achievement For someone who had just graduated as an Auditor, as expected I dedicated myself to just growing up in this world, to the point that my family took a back seat.

Over the years, I managed to correct this, but the most important thing I could not recover. And it was the time that I stopped sharing with them, my nephews received the best gifts from their uncle, my parents the best walks and trips were paid by his little boy (me) but, I was always the absent son.

This year I want it to be special; and especially after everything that has happened to us because of this pandemic, at least in my family, there will be empty places at the table because some left as a result of this disease, just for this time last year An aunt and my sister's father-in-law passed away, I loved him like a grandfather.

My parents had gone on a trip to visit some of my uncles. And as a result of the pandemic and the closing of borders, we had to spend last Christmas apart. So this year, I just want to be with them, the few of us who remain in the country. Because most of my nephews and nieces have also gone abroad due to the crisis in our country.

I do not know how it is in their families, but on mine, any date is an excuse to sit at the table to try any amount of food, and when I tell them any amount it is literally, because always for these dates every day a meal is made special.

In my country Venezuela, the queen of Christmas is the "Hallaca" which is a kind of tamale (Venezuelans forgive me, it's just for the rest to understand). That has a stew of beef, chicken, pork, and endless ingredients, each region of my country has its way of preparing them, so they are as diverse as he is.

So, for every Venezuelan family, the tradition of preparing hallacas is a real party; everyone gathers around the table and distributes the tasks. Everyone contributes their bit in the whole process; in some families is a real art. LOL. I still remember the scoldings of my grandmother because I ate the raisins or put them in the wrong place.

In my family, we already buy all the ingredients for their preparation and to be able to eat them on Christmas night, so if I have time I will take some pictures of the process to share them, although I think there are already several Venezuelans who have done it here.

To conclude, I just want to say that for me, any time is beautiful and dreamy if I have my family by my side, I love being together with them, laughing, playing, remembering things from the past, and continuing to laugh, but always together.

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Friday night, December 17, 2021.

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