Scottish Christmas: bluish hues, cold rain, and buck’s fizz.

every morning the mist rises from the soggy ground, and patrons of the gaelic state set afoot to run their daily chores. this is not lost on Christmas.

the sommelier woke early to make biscuits and gravy while whispers and giggles gazed at presents by the blue hued tree.

a British tradition, we sipped on bucks fizz while we unwrapped gifts and said Happy Christmas. the paper crackers come popping out at dinner.

the rain blew cold and sideways as it often does in this green encumbered country. morning walks were spent looking through a veil of spit and chill and wearing rubber goulashes so as to muddle in the muck.

mischievous Scotland plays games with your mind, often adding a few ounces of trickery to the atmosphere, creating absolute sunlight through the mist and rain, if only for a few seconds.

this little town on the west end of Glasgow is full of cottages named moonbeam and stone houses called beltrees. next door, laden with a spired skyline, Paisley’s weaving past is apparent in its artistic present: the sculptor in residence has a workshop here, and the town has made a bid for the UK city of culture title for 2021.

towards Paisley town center, you cannot help but notice the peaks of Coats Church. organized religion, like other forms of passive government rule, has become a pastime here in Scotland. next year the sanctuary becomes an event space.

for three days businesses and shops are closed, much different than the fraught consumerism of home. families are cooped up in rooms with wood burning stoves and closed doors while electric toys banter in the background.

wild turkey is in the oven and the wine is laid out. the spirit of tiny tim rings clear as our family nestles in with sugarplums and kinder eggs and stockings full of crafts and toys and elf pajamas. the rain beats gently against the glass.

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Glasgow: family, fog, and ferris wheels.

we touched down in Glasgow among a sea of mist, the clouds stretching from heaven to earth and everywhere in between.

in a manner of minutes, we were warming our hands by the stove fire and drinking hot tea with our beloved Scottish Family. sommkid was overwhelmed with joy.

while munchkins reunited, we walked along the muddy alleys and gazed at golfers and robins and stray cats and centuries old homes.

we stopped at the local pub to have a cider and catch up on the last year’s events. the liquid was cool and somewhat sweet and had just enough alcohol to induce a short nap.

trains run into the city on the regular, so we hopped down to the Glasgow Market to give the girls a view of George Square from the ferris wheel.

the award winning city council building built in 1882 was nothing to scoff at, either.

high street was stacked full to the brim with holiday shoppers, overflowing with bags of goodies for loved ones and mothers and stalkers alike.

we ate Cadbury’s and drank IPA and walked the streets of Glesco with apathy. the historic stone buildings glittered in the mist as we wandered, lighting a path for us to the Modern Museum of Art, and then on to the train station.

tomorrow is another day, and perhaps another adventure.

saor-làithean saor, y’all!