We roll through the centre of town heading toward my mother’s house, and I stare out the window silently as we move with the traffic that seems in no hurry to get anywhere.
As we enter the town square, I look up at ridiculous amount of Christmas lights that are strung up all over the stores that line all four sides and then swop into the centre where a large pedestrian area is situated.
My gaze follows the lights until they meet above a huge Christmas tree, brightly decorated with baubles and coloured bulbs. In front, standing on the two inches of snow that covers the usually green grassy areas and walkways, there is a group of carollers who are singing to a gathering crowd. A small cart to their left is selling hot chestnuts by the paper bag full, the shoppers warming their hands on the
