It is Christmas Eve in New York City and the bells are ringing.
The only sign of snow in this town is in the blow-up snowperson on our street. I like the twinkly lights but the inflated decor is lost on me. These decorations went up as soon as the Halloween ones came down (and those went up in late September). They play carols. All day. And night.
Same block. Merry Christmas! Beware of the Dog!
The Moonstruck bakery. Time to watch the movie again. I recite the lines, by now.
The dark afternoons are lit by many trees.
We have a small, fat tree.
For Christmas dinner we'll eat what my parents are eating 8000 miles south and east, in Cape Town: lamb roast on a rack over a bed of potatoes which catch the drippings and become crisp. My mother will use rosemary, and I may use mugwort.
The temperature in Cape Town's summer today was the same as ours, in midwinter.
May your Christmas be merry and bright. Even if it's just you.
Feed yourself well.