I’ll Be Home For Christmas
Dec. 17, 2010
We ‘ve done our share of holiday travel in the past, but not this year. I’ve endured the special joy of a 14-hour flight with an eight-month-old baby strapped to my chest, running through foreign airports with a diaper bag on my back, a rolling suitcase handle in one hand and a car seat in the other. I have felt both arms fall asleep from the weight, felt giddy with sleep deprivation, and had nowhere to put the baby while doing the shoe change at security. But not this year. No thanks.
Other years, we’ve made the drive to Northern California, careful to plan our travel days around the times we learned have the least traffic. Our precise itinerary was usually blown to hell with the addition of a young child who requires many stops along the way, turning a six-hour drive into an eight-hour rest stop tour.
Last month, my in-laws made an airport run to the Los Angeles airport on the Wednesday before Thanksgiving, which is notoriously the busiest travel day of the year. My husband’s 92-year-old grandmother and her 96-year-old boyfriend flew in from Fort Lauderdale for the weekend. They were treated warmly by airline staff and received door-to-door wheel chair service so as to avoid navigating the lines using walkers. They reported that they didn’t even notice the new security screening methods at work and that the flight could have used better snacks.
My experience with LAX is that its U-shape makes it fairly user-friendly, but the real trick is choosing your route to get to the airport. Every Angeleno has his own version of a “shortcut” to LAX, each one designed with the universal need to avoid the treacherous 405 Freeway. We have no airport pick-ups left this year, so that makes for a merry Christmas indeed.
In recent years we have been fortunate to have our families living within a few miles so that Hanukkah, Christmas Eve, and Christmas Day are divided between my mother’s house, my in-law’s house, and our place. I would love to say this is due to our desire to lessen our festive carbon footprint, or even save on gas, but really, we are just lucky to all family living close-by. This year, I’ll be home for Christmas
—Lisa is a former comedy writer for television. She now writes about her funny family at her blog Smacksy.com..