This year I'll have fresh coffee beans from the local cafe and good Sonoma wine, both of which my family will scoff at. "You're such a snob," they'll laugh, stirring skim milk into their Sanka. "Is everyone in California like you?"
No, I'll think gratefully. Everyone's not like me. People out here are different. But like me, a lot of them came out here to find themselves a home. And like me, a lot of them will be very happy to return to their new homes after the holidays have ended.
I looked at the weather report in this morning's paper. It'll be a white Christmas back east. And I'll be home.
Are you going home for the holidays?