Christmas Wave Stoke

I waited for it. I looked for it. It happened.

Christmas waves!

Actually I've been waiting since last Christmas. That day there were very good little waves. But I hadn't included surfing in my Christmas plans. Instead, I had promised to visit an old friend. For reasons that are too complicated and sad to go into here, that experience turned out to be deeply depressing. I wished I had surfed.

This year, once I got a hint of possible waves in the forecast, I decided to leave that possibility open.

I am very into ritual and tradition at Christmas, slow to change. But sometimes change can be good. For instance, I bought all new Christmas ornaments this year. Thank god---that was only about ten years overdue! I didn't realize how sick I was of all the old ornaments and their baggage. My tree looks so much better! And guess what---no icicles!

Cautiously, I even played around with my traditional Christmas menu. And that turned out to be a good thing too.

But I haven't changed the Christmas cookies. Some things cannot be improved upon.

It was a gorgeous sunny Christmas morning. A look out the window at eight a.m. confirmed it: I got what I wanted for Christmas!

And no one out!

There was time, because a look out the window also confirmed that the wind was brisk. Time for more traditional Christmas celebrations, until the wind turned...

By which time there were tons of people out, but that was OK.

A touch of west still in the wind meant the waves were closing out a little too soon---well, at least for me; other people were able to get better longer rides. Still, the waves were fun sized and there were enough of them---with the sun and warm temperatures, a great way to spend Christmas afternoon. I got several rides. On none of them did I get the timing and balance exactly right, but some I rode all the way in. That means, while others were riding down the line even on these closeouts to end up down the beach a ways, I was zigging and zagging but pretty much going straight, only just keeping from falling as the waves closed out.

Still, rides on Christmas!

After that, I was pooped. But not too pooped for the traditional Christmas dinner (all I can tell you is that, in my household, it involves four quarts of heavy cream and has about twelve zillion calories) and the concert of traditional Christmas music held every year at the Cathedral of St. John, a great place to end a Christmas day.

I think I have just started a new Christmas tradition.