Simple Joys
Last year on Dec. 25 my husband and I woke our then-eight-year-old son at 4:15 a.m., went to check if Santa came (he did!), opened presents, grabbed our suitcases and rushed to the airport with just enough time to catch our 6:45 a.m. flight to Bermuda. Our first mistake: expecting the airport to be vacant. Our second mistake: thinking everyone would be as merry and full of joy as we were. Take it from me – the Toronto International airport is not a festive place on Christmas morning. Thankfully, we weren’t there long, and by 9:30 a.m. we’d landed in Hamilton, our destination’s capital city. The Bermuda airport was a magical place, full of friendly faces and warm welcomes, and as we drove to the spectacular Fairmont Southampton, we knew we…