Terre Haute rests 700 miles to the west of this columnist's current location. She is spending Christmas with family in the Susquehanna Valley. Returning to her homeland gives her the opportunity sample many Pennsylvania Dutch dishes. Many of these dishes have not passed her lips in nearly two years.
As she writes this piece, the author sits in front of her sister's window. The window overlooks a cornfield and the bank of the west branch of the Susquehanna River. June, a lovable but mischievous foxhound, stares up at the author. The dog has a sweet, imploring expression. Lara’s niece and nephew are enjoying a Fullmetal Alchemist marathon on their aunt’s Netflix account.
Christmas is hours away, and gifts are sitting under the tree. A bottle of birch beer and Middleswarth kettle cooked sour cream and onion potato chips sit on the top of refrigerator. The sun begins to dip below the mountain on the other side of the river.
It may be impossible to ever return home, but the land, but returning home for Christmas allows a visitor to bring back memories of times that have since passed. Lara hopes that her readers have a Merry Christmas, and enjoying home-baked chocolate chip cookies or other minor things that let people know that the Christmas season is upon them.
Lara returns to Terre Haute on December 27. She wishes all of her readers a Merry Christmas.