Winter holidays in the Caribbean provide a tropical twist on an ancient theme. Salesgirls in "fur"trimmed velveteen mini dresses and classic Santa hats sprout up along the city streets. 400 year old English Carols from across the ocean are performed on steel pan cut from oil drums. A shed sized creche rests in yonder shopping mall courtyard baking in the afternoon sun.
I know that today's date is December 23rd. I know my two brothers have arrived from overseas to visit mom in the States. My conscious mind grapples with the cognitive dissonance of palm trees and sandy beaches instead of slushy wintry mix and long cold nights.
Despite the plethora of performances, this week still does not feel like Christmas...yet! Only the silent procession of slowly moving traffic and extended shopping mall hours give a jingle that something festive is afoot.
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