Going on a Caribbean cruise at Christmas time is an exercise in cognitive dissonance.
Don’t misunderstand me, it was a fun exercise, and I highly recommend it. It’s just weird.
Unlike Luther and Nora Krank, we did not elect to skip Christmas in order to go on a cruise, but like the Kranks, we discovered that the anticipation added both to our holiday stress and our fun.
No, Carla and I didn’t don tiny swimsuits for tanning sessions at the mall (my apologies for planting that visual in your minds), but for those of my family who get worked up over the anticipation of Christmas (I’m looking at you, Harris), it was the perfect distraction.
This cruise adventure was conceived shortly after we survived… errrrrr returned home from our first family cruise over spring break in 2017. Carla and the boys had a great time. Despite all of my warnings to wash our hands frequently (this was even pre-Covid) I was the one who contracted norovirus and spent the last day-and-a-half of the cruise confined to my stateroom with the most unpleasant gastroenteritis symptoms.
When my feet touched dry land again, I vowed to never again put myself through such misery, but I was in the minority among the members of my household. The healthier and hardier Wallaces loved cruising and couldn’t wait to go again.
As time passed and the painful memories of my final day of the cruise faded, I suggested during a particularly heated family vacation planning discussion that I would be open to another cruise but only as a way to celebrate a milestone, like Carla’s 50th birthday, which was several years away at the time. Recognizing a winning compromise, the family agreed, and that was settled.
So when the big 5-0 finally rolled around for Carla this year, we began saving and planning. As loyal readers of this web log will recall, Carla’s birthday is Nov. 13, which was not a practical time for us to take a family cruise, what with Barron and Harris off at college and Carlton’s rehearsal and performance schedule keeping us crisscrossing Gwinnett County six days a week.
Last year before Christmas we took a family trip to New York City to take in the holiday festivities and some Broadway shows. That turned out great, so we thought the same time frame might work for the cruise. Carla reached out to our travel agent friend, Katrina, and in a few days we settled on a four-night cruise of the Bahamas aboard Royal Caribbean’s Allure of the Seas leaving from Port Canaveral.
The timing also worked well for the students in our cohort. Our boys all wrapped up their semesters of studies, Carlton finished two nights of “A Love Letter to the Golden Age of Broadway” shows at the School of the Arts, and Barron’s girlfriend, Meg, who was joining us, had a particularly strenuous final few weeks before the break. Being able to unwind and let their hair down on a cruise was ideal.
The cognitive dissonance set in when we were packing. With Christmas music playing, we neatly folded our resort wear and beach attire, placing it in our suitcases alongside our straw hats and sunscreen, items typically reserved for summer travel.
The car ride down also presented a challenge when certain family members (I’m looking at you, Harris) wanted to play Christmas music and sing carols all the way to Canaveral and others wanted a more cruise-y, beachy vibe.
That give-and-take carried over into the cruise itself from the moment we hit the Royal Caribbean terminal at the port, which was adorned with poinsettias, Christmas trees, garland, lights and menorahs. The same was true for the ship itself with a giant Christmas tree and holiday lights filling the central promenade and Christmas music playing over the public address system throughout the cruise.
Many of the staff wore Santa hats, including our servers in the main dining room, who welcomed us with holiday greetings each night at dinner. More than once when encountering the evidence of Christmas I had the thought, “Oh yeah, it’s Christmas.”
The biggest challenge of the week would have been tough no matter when we took the cruise – overeating. Those of you who have taken cruises know what I’m talking about. It wasn’t the fancy dinners that were the problem. If you ordered sensibly, meaning not ordering EVERY appetizer and dessert, you could leave dinner pleasantly full. No, the problem is that literally everywhere you turn there are complete meal options parading as “snacks.”
At no other time in your life will you pass a pizza joint and think, “I need a few slices of pizza as a snack” or “A sliced roast beef sandwich with spicy mustard will hold me over until supper” or even “another ice cream cone would hit the spot before the show.” It’s a nonstop assault exceeding the baked good barrage at the office during the run up to the holidays. Let’s just say there will be extra motivation for a few New Year’s resolutions this year.
Overall, being weirded out by Christmas decorations and carols on a cruise ship is a very small price to pay for the fun and family memory-making we did while helping Carla adjust to her new advanced age. Harris had a sneezing fit from an allergic reaction to something when we first boarded. That turned into a cough, which elicited stares everywhere we went, but otherwise we stayed healthy, including me. Out of abundance of caution we tested Harris, and he was negative for Covid.
The only downside to our voyage to paradise was the acceleration of our holiday preparations. The week before Christmas is inevitably our catch-all time to finish shopping for gifts, wrapping gifts and baking goodies. And now that we’re home from the cruise, it really wasn’t a downside at all. We can enjoy the final few days before Christmas without a lengthy to-do list hanging over our heads.
While we didn’t technically have a Jimmy Buffett “Christmas in the Caribbean,” taking a cruise at Christmas has forever changed my mental image of “It’s Beginning to Look a lot Like Christmas.”