It is not Christmas Day this week on belgradestreets.
At least not officially, Christmas comes to Serbia on 7 January, after New Year.
Which for an expat living in town is quiet special because one gets two Christmas days to celebrate.
Christmas has always been a special time for me. The long gone days when, as a young child wondering what the future would hold, I saw the snow piling up against the house on the hillside in the North of England. The many years of aching to see snow again. Almost four years in Sydney where Christmas involves seafood, barbies, sunscreen and bikinis…
And now? Now more snow than I could ever have dreamed of.
What memories will my five-year old son have? He who almost speaks three languages. Has travelled around the world three times, lived in and visited more countries in his first few years than many do in a lifetime.
I hope they are good memories.