Christmas came in through the door last night with all the warmth and affection that one can expect, and even more, at a place far away from home.
Agree with PZ about missing those simple things of home.
The house filled with the smell of baking cake that mum makes in the old rusty aluminium oven. The smell of coffee going around in circles around the house. We spend the whole afternoon making my favourite fruit cakes with cherry and cashew toppings. Would give anything to be at that moment of time, right here right now.
But, if only...