As an expat, you find yourself a little adrift sometimes at the
holidays - somewhat akin to the little Matchgirl standing in the cold.
No, I take that back, they are #firstworldproblems - we aren't freezing in
the snow, and if we are it's because celebrations were a little too
fiesty.
You do however end up starting your own
hilarious Christmas traditions. Some are untraditional like the gorgeous
Montgomerys who have a tradition of not traditioning, I
have ached to be a) prepared and b) in the country for the fabulously
British tradition of 'stir-up Sunday', the date where households gather
their baking aprons to and failed several years in the row - but I did finally manage to watch the Trafalgar Square switch on this year. However, when the lovely Annie of
Montgomery Fest first mentioned the inagural
Expat holiday round-up, I knew there was only one topic I needed to confess.
**Disclaimer: Not our 2015 tree**
This year is the second in a row that we aren't decorating
for Christmas. *Cue the Awwws*. Normally I allow myself to go a little
crazy - we're talking fairy light overload, a beautifully smelling real
Christmas tree carried on the train to the bemusement of our fellow
travellers, bedecking every possible surface with baubles, wassailing
from the very first moment possible (some unkind people might infer it's
wailing -
to-mar-to, toh-may-to), cupboards groaning with spiced mince pies and stockings all hung by the chimney with care.
