Growing up, Christmas always meant going to church, seeing family, opening gifts from santa, and celebrating my dad’s birthday. But I’ve learned a whole new meaning for this word. Christmas is going to the post office and seeing a tote with your name on it. A tote that you know the exact contents of, but are just as excited for as if it holds in it the pony you always wanted as a child.
Another thing about Christmas in the bush, is that you never know when it’s going to come. You know that you’ve got a tote or amazon package on the way, and you know that Santa makes deliveries to your village three times a week. But tracking items on their way to villages in Alaska doesn’t quite work the way it does in the lower 48. So you wait.. until the day that you get to the post office and the post-mistress says “I’ll meet you around back” (where you pull the truck up to load up totes) and that’s when you know that Christmas has arrived. And it’s especially great to open your tote and find your peanut M&M’s, bag of nail polish, and coffee supplies all in one container:)
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