I am sometimes dreaming of a White Christmas.
And I have included here some photos to remind us exactly why.
Christmas here was warm. After dinner Christmas Eve, which was also Shabes with all the blessings and singing and dancing we went downtown to the Catholic Church.
I had never seen the inside of the building before and I barely saw it then because it was packed, and mass was celebrated by most of the congregation outside on huge screens.
Mostly, the place was like a carnival with balloons and games and cops making people pay for street parking.
Mass and the readings were said in every possible language: French, English, Lao and Vietnamese. The Bishop’s main subject and obsession is the spiritual downfall of
The flock was of every race and face: Vietnamese and Lao, of course, as well as Europeans and Indians.
And so, do I miss the snow? Well, yes. Today I missed the snow and tobogganing in
I don’t have to tell you what I don’t miss – you are probably in the middle of it right now!
Merry Christmas everyone and a Happy New Year. May all your dreams come true. Remember, some of them are only a jet-lag away!