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Christmas

I remember having arrived in Israel, spending some weeks there, and suddenly figuring out that there was no such thing as Christmas in Tel Aviv. Nor New Year.

No delicious afternoons to eat from 12 until 11PM, no exchanging of presents, nor the real exciting counting down to New Year.
It took me exactly 3 hours to book a flight home for the holidays, and one short phone-call, in which my family was excited to hear I was coming home for the holidays, only one month after I left.
I guess it is since living in Israel, that Christmas and New Year have gained in value for me. I no longer nag so much about those dinners, about the family with their stories, nor about the yelling kids.
It is who we are, and why I like it.
And now, each year I really look forward to it (Oh bugger, I still hate looking for presents, packing them, I don't put the christmas tree and still can nag a little bit)

So yesterday was great, I mean really great.
Sitting with family, telling jokes, and most of all eat delicious food at my grandparents.

Did I tell already we have 2 chefs in the family?
My uncle graduated something like 25 years ago, my mom's boyfriend is graduating these days and starting up his little business for 'Kok aan huis'