Today started off in a state of weariness that only the end of a challenging year can bring. Fatigue clung to me like tinsel on a Christmas tree, but the promise of a vacation glimmers on the horizon. As I embarked on the noble quest of scheduling a Christmas getaway with my son, little did I know that the journey would be an adventure in itself.

The Christmas tree stands tall, adorned with memories and twinkling lights. Gifts nestle underneath, patiently awaiting their moment in the spotlight. The menorah casts a warm glow, blending seamlessly into our Chrismukkah celebration. The holiday season has unfolded, bringing with it a bittersweet melody of joy and remembrance.

Yes, the losses of the year cast a shadow over the festivities, but in the true spirit of resilience, we’ve decided to bid farewell to 2023 in style. We will be packing our bags and jetting off to the city that is, to me, like mashed potatoes or mac and cheese – the incomparable New Orleans.

New Orleans, with its jazz-filled streets and culinary wonders, has been my comfort and joy for the past 15 years. Now, it’s time to introduce my son to the magic of this vibrant city. I envision his eyes lighting up at the sight of street performers, his taste buds dancing to the rhythm of Creole cuisine, and his heart absorbing the unique blend of history and revelry that defines the Big Easy.

As we set up this holiday escapade, I can’t help but feel a surge of exuberance. The weariness that clung to me like a stubborn ornament has given way to the anticipation of creating new memories in a city that holds a special place in my heart.

So here’s to turning the page on a challenging chapter, to celebrating Chrismukkah in the Big Easy, and to finding joy amidst the echoes of loss. May the streets of New Orleans echo with laughter, and may the holiday spirit weave its magic around us. From exhaustion to exuberance, let the festive adventure begin!