If you are anything like me, you were probably spotted in Georgetown this weekend, basking in the warm glow of the many Georgetown bay windows lit up with Christmas tree lights. For those of us unable to enjoy a holiday afternoon by the fire, caught out on the street with last minute shopping to complete, we know that winter is no longer knocking at our door…it is upon us. Serves us right for avoiding the first winter white wallop that blanketed the rest of the country.
So if this morning’s 16 degrees wakeup call didn’t make you seriously rethink a Carribean Christmas, consider yourself in total and utter denial.
After the last of my holiday headbangers tonight brings about another holiday hangover tomorrow, I fly south to Gasparilla Island in Boca Grande, Florida for some well needed sun, fun, and a fair amount of rum, to celebrate a Christmas, thankfully not, in Connecticut…
I’m willing to bet that after all these years, Barney and Beasley are dreaming of a white sandedchristmas too.