It's that time of year again. Since moving to the United States in 2001, I've faced Christmas with mixed feelings. I always had a wonderful Christmas in England with my family. We had our own family traditions, most of which revolved around food, that made Christmas the happiest day of the year for me.
Christmas with my wife and her children is wonderful too, but it is different. No matter how good it gets, I always feel just a little homesick on the 25th of December. The food is a little different, the company is a little different, and maybe there is a little less magic than there used to be (although it is hard to tell if this is just because I am older now).
Don't get me wrong. I'd rather be spending Christmas in the US - this is my home now. It's just that this is the time of year when I most think of what I left behind when I left England. So this entry is for my family and friends back in good old Blighty. Have a great Christmas, guys. I miss you all.