There is no better feeling than coming home for Christmas. The familiarity, the smiles, the sense of belonging. When travel a long way to do it it’s even better. Your journey ends with feelings of comfort and your heart filling with joy.
I went back to Manitoba for Christmas….and the first few hours were great. Got my rental car, picked up my son, went to the mall for a while to walk finalize a few gifts, had a nice dinner and then went to a sports pub to watch the Jets hockey game. I walk in and I know a few people. Throw my chair on the stool and go talk to these old friends for a tiny bit. Go back to the stool and my leather jacket is gone. Inside was my iPod. Thankfully I had my passport, keys and wallet in my pants.
So I’m in Winnipeg in December with no winter jacket. Not exactly the welcome home I was hoping for. I end getting jacket stolen, my ipod stolen, paid twice for the same purchase and cut my finger and lost some blood. So if anybody says I didn’t give enough this Christmas….. gave until it hurt. Literally!