Quite a few RVs have left Rainbow Plantation here in Summerdale, Alabama as people head off for the holidays. We have talked to people who are going as far north as Louisville and as far west as California to be with family and friends. Others, like us, are hunkering down in a comfortable RV park somewhere until after New Years.
We have done it both ways, enjoying the holidays with RVing friends in different parts of the country, and returning to Arizona to celebrate with Terry’s parents, sisters, and their families. Each has been special it its own way. Last Christmas we were in Aransas Pass, Texas, and Terry and I spent the day together, just the two of us, and that was very special too.
My daughter Tiffany and her kids live in our old hometown of Show Low, Arizona, and since that is mountain country where the snow can pile up, we have not been there with them at Christmas. But those little girls of hers are getting older and I think one of these days we’re just going to have to bite the bullet and do that, even if we leave the motorhome in a park in the Apache Junction area and stay in a motel while we’re there.
Our RVing lifestyle has introduced us to some different holiday traditions in different parts of the country. In east Texas, people set off fireworks at Christmas and on New Years, which is noisy, but a lot safer than the fools who fire guns into the air to ring in the New Year. Down south, folks eat black eyes peas on New Years Day for luck, and in Florida one year, we were introduced to deep fried turkey, which was absolutely delicious.
Most RV parks that cater to snowbirds and fulltimers have a Christmas dinner, usually a potluck. Often the campground will furnish the turkeys or ham, and everybody else brings a plate to pass around. These are usually busy, festive occasions, and everybody has a good time. You can always tell the real cooks, like Miss Terry, because they bring wonderful dishes that took a lot of time and effort, while those who are not into the culinary arts often bring pies, rolls or a cheese or vegetable platter from a grocery store. It doesn’t matter, because it’s all delicious and it all disappears!
Sometimes, instead of putting together a big meal, a group of RVers will all get together and go out for their Christmas dinner, letting the folks at a local restaurant do all the work, and giving the ladies a break.
Wherever Terry and I are for the holidays, it doesn’t matter because we’re together, and that makes it home.
Where do you spend your holidays? Do you return back to wherever home is, or was, to be with the kids and grandkids, or do you hang out with RVing friends? Do you go to different places for the holidays each year, or always return to one place that you enjoy?
Thought For The Day – He who dies with the most toys is still dead.