One of our Christmas tradition when I was a kid was going window shopping. The sight of all the Christmas decorations in the windows of the store meant that Christmas was as around the corner. Oh the lights, the animation, the colours. I would press my face against the glass and lose myself in the fantasy of it all. The star at the top of the Christmas tree, the balloons hanging from the branches, the glittering ornaments, the soft melody of Carrols in the background. The streets were filled with other families window shopping, my mother would stop to talk to someone as we waited and jumped with excitement. Then the Pièce de résistance, the last stop on the sight seeing, an ice cream cone, oh the smooth taste of banana sprinkled with nuts, the cool trade winds sending a chill through my body. Oh yes, its Christmas time, I am ready for some real good Mommy Charles cooking.