Well, it’s December here in Tanzania (and I’m assuming in other parts of the world too), which means I’ve been in Africa for a year! A YEAR! That’s a doggone long time!
This is a picture my great-grandma painted for my mom and gave to her for Christmas last year. But G-G, what’s with all the white stuff, and the clothes, and the tree? I’m confused since that’s NOT what December looks like in Africa. Nope, it’s sunshine and nice weather all the time here, in fact. Look here, just last week, with the sun in my eyes:
There’s Christmas songs playing and they really confuse me. “It’s the most wonderful time of the year…” But the WHOLE year is like this, it’s ALWAYS wonderful. I don’t get it.
Although, I did overhear mom talking to my grandma and she said that the main reason she likes Tanzania is the weather and the nice environment it provides for me, which must mean that these things are different back at “home”. (I refer to home in quotes because New York may be “home” for mom, but Tanzania is “home” for me). Now I’m all worried and stuff because I also have heard mom making plans about bringing me “home” for Christmas and how I’ll be in for a big shocker. I’m scared, REAL SCARED.
But at least mom is trying to make it festive here in our tropical wonderland. Mom’s friend Colin, who is now in my ginger posse with Twiga, brought her some stockings from America. Together they decorated them, one for her and one for me.
I don’t entirely understand the concept of a Christmas stocking, I’ve never had one before (FYI, big fail on your part mom, for not getting one for me last year!) Apparently, you hang them up and then Santa comes and leaves gifts in them. Now that is an idea I can get on board with. Gifts! Treats! My favorite!
Unfortunately, mom thought it would be fun to play dress-up with the stockings and since she is bigger than me, she got me into some unfortunate, compromising positions.
After all was said and done, I figured I could look ridiculous in the stockings for five minutes if it meant that I would eventually get treats out of the deal. And we all know how much I LOVE my treats! Bring on the roasted pig ears!
So, to all you folks stuck in frigid temperatures back at “home”, I scoff at your weather…
…but please, pretty please, be kind to me when I get “home”. And don’t make me go outside!