Thanks to my friend Jeremy Black, a San Clemente-dwelling, convertible-driving, easygoing, natural foods magnate, I have had the ultimate California Christmas.
Here's the view from the deck where I'm writing right now, while the bells from the church down the street play "Lovely Weather for a Sleigh Ride Together."
Here's the sleigh I rode on Christmas eve,
appropriately enough, at a surf break known as Church.
Jeremy and his next-door neighbor Mark point the way.
Santa puts his shirt back on.
Here at Casa Black, açai (click) is the new egg nog,
and hemp buttered whole grain bread is the new French Toast.
I've been getting my butt kicked daily at the yoga studio down the street and waking up my mind, body, and soul with dunks in the chilly Pacific.
It's not going to be easy going back to snowy NYC, but I feel stronger with some Pacific salt and California sun in my veins, and I'll do my best to spread it around.