Hanging stars and putting up lights
Christmases I miss:
Working at the Boy Scout tree lot on Moana Lane, with nothing to do but stand around with my friends in the sap scented air.
I miss seeing thousands of blood-red neon crosses over Seoul in the breathtaking Korean cold.
I miss the season of lights, with candles and torches burning in the squares and public spaces of Sweden.
Kriskindle makt in Nuernberg, striding through the medieval old town with snow flakes the size of silver dollars falling around me.
Yorkshire pudding, light and fluffy. Not bad considering I've never messed with bread pudding of any type before.