I miss the warm flavours of Navidad, el ponche, the laughs, the fun. I miss complaining about drastic changes in temperature; from cold morning where you need jackets and boots to the midday heat where the only thing you want it’s a cold refreshing drink. I want to break a piñata with my friends in a posada and look and the large Nativity scenes on people’s front yards.
I want to go with my mum to the market and be outraged about the prices of chiles secos and tomatoes for the Christmas Eve dinner.
I miss Christmas Eve breakfast downtown Puebla with my friend Tere.
I miss the yearly dilemma of what kind of cake should we get for my Christmas day birthday (that of course must be bought on Christmas Eve). I want to get ready for my family dinner on Christmas Eve. I want my Avi to tell me, Muñeca, te ves muy guapa.
I miss singing to Baby Jesus,
A la roro niño
A lo roro ya
Duérmete mi niño
Duérmete mi amor.
I miss the delicious Christmas Eve dinner, the excess of flavours and chatting on the dinning table.
I miss my Christmas birthday with my family. The early Las Mañanitas, and el recalentado from the day before.
There is so much missing and so much wanting. And I had it all for so many years…
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