Christmas in Georgia

A few weeks ago we decided to forego an expensive and inevitably frenetic trip home to London and then onto the other half’s sister’s new abode in France. It was a tough decision but work was looking like I wouldn’t be able to be away for a prolonged time and the more we procrastinated, the more bloody expensive the flights got. Thus in the end we made the tough decision not to go home and see our families. We will do a big summer trip instead.

Then we were left with the choice of staying in Bermuda, which would have been fine if a little toasty, 23c on Christmas Day, or making a short trip somewhere else.

Those that read me religiously (thanks Mum) will know we have spent many a weekend in Buckhead over the years, a nice little area north of Atlanta in Georgia. We looked at flights, they were a good price, booked the hotel we always stay at, which is always very Chrismassy (photo), and we flew in last night. And head back to Bermuda on Tuesday.

We will do some of our regular festive things such as the Botanical Gardens Christmas Lights and Stone Mountain and we saw Santa earlier for tea, which our daughter adored.

One thing that will be weird is having Christmas lunch in a hotel. I think only once before have I not eaten my Roast Turkey dinner at home, mine or someone else’s. Actually that one time was in Bermuda a few years back with friends but the hotel was lacking in any festive spirit and decor and was a big disappointment. The hotel not the company. I’m expecting more from our lunch on Christmas Day here In Buckhead, but I know deep down we will all want to be with family.

I’d like to take this opportunity to wish you and your loved ones a happy and safe Christmas. COYA.