My older sister and I have not lived in the same state for over a decade, and even though we’re close, we rarely get to see each other. A few years, out of the blue, she said that she was going to come visit me in New York for Christmas. At the time she lived in Washington D.C., so she took a train from there to come see me.
She and I had the best time while she visited. We spent a week in the city visiting everything from the giant Toys R Us to Macy’s. Knowing I was completely broke at the time, she paid for me to go see the Lion King and Handle’s Messiah. I never get to see shows, so it was a real treat. We also went to the Gotham comedy club where I got to see some of my favorite comedians.
That Christmas meant so much to me, and since then we have continued the tradition of sharing Christmas together. Things have changed, and now she has three beautiful children, and this year I get to go visit her in Nebraska. Sure, Christmas in New York is magical, but it doesn’t matter where we are, as long as we re together for Christmas.
