It’s a little weird. For me, the desert is a little incongruent at Christmas. Now I know Jesus was born in the desert. I get that. But I’ve lived 60 years doing Christmas in the usual gray, cold drizzle of Washington state my whole life. But not this year. We are spending it in Yuma, Arizona
There won’t be gifts under the tree. I have a 1 foot tall tree, lol.
But there’s other things. A walk through our RV park reveals different ways to decorate and celebrate.
I plan on getting fresh shrimp from Rocky Points for Christmas Eve dinner at Los Algodones
On Christmas day, there’s a potluck dinner put on by the great, selfless volunteers at our park (I’m talking about you, Barb)
As I flip the switch on my gas fireplace in the 5th wheel, I can transport my little space in the desert to a warm cozy home, where I can reflect on Christmas and our Lord who gives us what we need, when we need it. And while my surroundings are different, Christmas is really God and He is wherever I go.
Merry Christmas to all. May blessings abound to you and yours. 🎄