Wonderful week, but happy to be home. My fear that spending time surrounded by the sights and sounds of a Disney Christmas would leave me satiated before our Christmas even began didn’t materialize. I came home eager to decorate.
Frank was good humored about my drive to have everything in place immediately after our return. Our tree is up and decorated. Wreaths are in place on either side of the front door. He even set up the small tree that perches on the deck railing and blinks a happy greeting to the squirrels and chipmunks outside.
The decorations at Disney World are really amazing. In typical Disney fashion, it’s easy to suspend your disbelief and go with the magic. You readily accept as normal that Christmas carols fill the air and poinsettias grow in gardens as people stream by in shorts and sandals.
The weather in Florida is lovely in December. Warm enough for an afternoon at the pool, but pleasant for park hopping in the morning and at night. As my friend, Beryl, said, “Florida does winters very well.”
Our trip to Florida provided a real bonus. I had the opportunity to have lunch with a friend who I haven’t seen in forty years. Beryl and I were young teachers together in Dallas a lifetime ago. The years slipped away in a blink. Funny how the passage of time doesn’t matter at all when the connection is solid and real.
Well, we’re home. It’s not Disney, but it’s a good feeling when you know that, at base point, home is always best.