"It just doesn't feel like Christmas," we keep saying. After nine winters in Eastern Europe and Christmas trips to Tahoe, Vienna and Chamonix, these bright sunny skies and palm trees are disorienting. We bought a fake Christmas tree and snowflake-printed wrapping paper at the grocery store. On Christmas eve Camille's jet lag attacked so it was just Stefan, Peter and me for a Christmas dinner of chicken tika. Where's the snow, the dark days, the coats, scarves, boots, mittens, the heater blasting in the car? Friends in Kyiv are sharing photos of so much crazy snow! Friends in the California are ice skating on the alpine lakes near Tahoe! But you know what? We are sitting in the lap of health, in the heart of the most beautiful time of the year in Oman, in a cloud of frankincense. This time of year makes me weepy, the kids are so big, time goes so fast, it's all--the color of the water, the camel milk ice cream at the grocery store, Stefan driving us slowly into the driveway--it's all so precious. Yeah, it doesn't feel like Christmas and let me have a million more just like this.