Alles Liebe Euch allen zum Nikolaus! Mein Schoko-Nikolaus muÃƒÆ’Ã…Â¸te leider schon dran glauben ;-) Tag 6 im Christmas Journal – Erinnerungen an eine gute und eine schlechte Weihnacht. Hui, da gab es viel zu schreiben, das kÃƒÆ’Ã‚Â¼nstlerische blieb etwas auf der Strecke – sorry!
All the best to St. Nicolaus today! My little chocolate Nicolaus is gone ;-) Day 6 in my Christmas Journal – memories of a good and a bad christmas. Hui – there is a lot to write, so I hadn’t had time for the artsy style today – sorry!
Das Cover des Ordners beginnt mit dem Ende des journalings.
The cover of the file folder begins with the end of the journaling.
The good and the ugly ÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â€šÂ¬Ã¢â‚¬Å“ well not really ugly ÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â€šÂ¬Ã¢â‚¬Å“ maybe not so good Christmas.
To tell you the truth right away: I recall mostly good Christmases. An unusual and outstanding good one in my mind is the last Christmas, 2005. We just moved into our own home and decided to not fly to the States to celebrate Christmas with our family there. It was the most relaxed Christmas ever. DonÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â€šÂ¬Ã¢â€žÂ¢t get me wrong, I love celebrating Christmas with our family but first the fact to not have to fly and getting jet lagged twice in a week was a big plus. Second, our first own Christmas tree. We get it a couple days before Christmas Eve and Jim dragged the huge tree upstairs into our apartment in the sixth floor. A tree decorated just the way we love it ÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â€šÂ¬Ã¢â‚¬Å“ not to much and with ornaments self made and presented and inherited by people we love.
On Christmas Eve we went to church and afterwards we went to an Indian Restaurant with wonderful interior. We had a delicious meal and we were talking about how weird and inappropriate some people will find it that we went out to a restaurant on Christmas Eve. After dinner we walked through the streets and saw all those families in the living rooms through the lit windows and we were getting excited to come home and snuggle into our living room too. Nobody was outside ÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â€šÂ¬Ã¢â‚¬Å“ everybody was opening presents and at home. As we came closer to our house we went through a narrow alley and saw an old lady coming toward us. All of a sudden she collapsed and fell down onto the street. We went right away to her, talked to her, warmed her with my big over throw and called the ambulance. She couldnÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â€šÂ¬Ã¢â€žÂ¢t move and was in pain. She was on her way to her daughter and granddaughter and she told us where they live. I run to get them. They were so happy that we found her as they would have waited the whole time for her, not knowing where she is, while she would have been laying on the freezing ground in that dark alley.
When the family was driving away with the ambulance we were once again convinced that it was good faith that we had decided to stay in Germany and celebrate Christmas our way. We had a wonderful evening at home drinking a good wine and opening some of the presents and went to bed happy and relaxed. The next morning we celebrated the American way. We got up and stayed in our PJÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â€šÂ¬Ã¢â€žÂ¢s we cooked coffee and opened some more presents. Jim made his famous and delicious blueberry pancakes and we had an awesome breakfast, talking and laughing forever! We made calls to the States and to my family in Germany and even though we missed them all we were happy to have it that particular way we had it ÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â€šÂ¬Ã¢â‚¬Å“ in our own apartment with our own tree and our own pace!