Last week I saw the movies "This Christmas" and "Nothing Like the Holidays." Both movies are funny but forgettable holiday flicks aimed at African-American and Latino audiences, respectively. Neither is supposed to make you weep, but weep I did, especially after "Holidays," which is about a Puerto Rican family that lives in Chicago's Boricua neighborhood, Humboldt Park.
This is a Christmas the four of us and our families need to spend together. Diana is going to cook the arroz con coco, and a few of us have in Mami's honor, gotten the children loudy and parent-aggravating gifts (thanks a bunch sis!). We'll be, I imagine, in a cocoon of grief and joy: grief because we will never spend another Christmas with Mami, but joy because we can remember all the wonderful years we did.