My
First Christmas in America

I remember my first
Christmas far away from home: it was equal parts of sadness and happiness. When I
used to live in South Carolina my Christmas was the warmest Christmas in my
life. People decorated palm trees with lights and walked on the beach wearing flip-flops. I am originally from Siberia and it was a little bit shocking
for me to celebrate Christmas in the middle of the ''summer''.
The whole city was covered with lights.
All buildings, bars, restaurants, shops, banks looked like Christmas postcards. I missed my family across the ocean and
thought about them during holiday
week. I was crying almost everyday, because I couldn't hug my Mom.
My new Russian-Americans friends changed my mind about unfamily Christmas and made my
first Christmas in America unforgettable.
We rented a beautiful
beach house on the ocean. The view was breathtaking: endless ocean and millions
of stars above my head. My friends and I
decorated the house with different Christmas staff, cooked Russian traditional
holiday food (Olivier/Russian salad, pancakes with caviar, pelmeni and etc). Also we
prepared Christmas music and fireworks.
We were sitting at the table `enjoying our holiday dinner. Everyone felt happy and blessed. For me, that
Christmas, was a lot more than just a holiday. I met my future husband that
magical night and for me it was the best Christmas gift ever.
WOW - thanks for sharing this memory, and great essay!
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