There should be snow on the ground, Christmas in the air. The trees should be real trees shedding their pesky needles on the carpet, not artificial ones in ugly plastic stands. Plum cakes are not plum cakes unless you lovingly pour brandy into them for a month. Turkey is meant to be stuffed with fragrant rice and baked in an oven, not chopped up and thrown into a generic gravy.
I catch sight of the poinsettias on my window sill. They are more beautiful than the ones I knew growing up in England. Christmas comes alive again.
Christmas in India.
Photograph of Poinsettias
I did this piece for the annual Advent Calendar at the Burrow.