Christmas in Bombay
It's "winter" in Bombay, which means I (Chris) can actually wear pants for several hours without sweating.
And it's holiday season, but up until now -- Christmas Eve -- the streets have been strangely, pleasantly devoid of the Christmas madness which descends upon the US starting the day after Thanksgiving. I didn't realize I missed some of it until I heard some Christmas carols playing in a coffee shop today and our neighbors strung up some lights in the courtyard outside our apartment.
But Beth gets major points for surprising me with a fully decorated Christmas tree in our apartment when I returned from a business trip to Chennai last week. She got everything from a street in our neighborhood that has tons of Christmas gear for sale -- tinsel, ornaments, fake trees (of which ours is one), Santa hats, etc.
The cats have gone predictably barmy having a tree in their house. It's their new favorite spot to hide under, and they have figured out that if they bat ornaments off the tree, they can chase them all over the house. Which they do.
Merry Christmas everybody!
UPDATE:
What's this? The cats have left us a present under the tree...
Potsticker, you shouldn't have!
