We’ve had one hot-weather Christmas in our lives, and that was 1991 in San Antonio. I think my psyche blocked out any memory of that to save (or preserve what’s left of) my sanity.
Truly, I can remember just about every Christmas we’ve had since we’ve been together - I have no memory of Christmas 1991, couldn’t tell you where the tree was in the apartment, what gifts we exchanged, where we ate for our meal out, what we had at home on the day…complete blank.
Other than that, the next “warmest” were the ones in England - weather (cold and rainy) was more like an Ohio Spring, except that England is so damp, the otherwise mild cold really has a way of seeping into the bones and making you feel about 20F colder than it really is, so it still felt like a properly miserable Christmas, and by miserable, I mean that in the best way!
Truly, I can remember just about every Christmas we’ve had since we’ve been together - I have no memory of Christmas 1991, couldn’t tell you where the tree was in the apartment, what gifts we exchanged, where we ate for our meal out, what we had at home on the day…complete blank.
Other than that, the next “warmest” were the ones in England - weather (cold and rainy) was more like an Ohio Spring, except that England is so damp, the otherwise mild cold really has a way of seeping into the bones and making you feel about 20F colder than it really is, so it still felt like a properly miserable Christmas, and by miserable, I mean that in the best way!
