I celebrated Christmas in Gonaives - pancake breakfast, a visit to the outdoor bike market to buy myself a bicycle, a late afternoon bonfire and swim in the river - but the most Christmas-y thing that happened to me was quite unexpected. A 76 year old man in Jubilee approached me and said that he had a gift for me. He wanted to give it to me as a thank you for the work that my friends and I have been doing in the town.
In Haiti, instead of Christmas trees, the people make little decorative houses with pictures and Bible verses carved in them. The houses are usually shoebox-sized and in the evenings, people light a candle inside them. The old man had made one of those traditional houses for me. There is only one small difference: my house is BIG!
It's so big that Youv, my friend Lala's adoptive son, can play inside it.
Merry Christmas, everyone!