‘Twas the night before Christmas when I was in the kitchen baking a beautiful stollen and sweating in my winter “home outfit”. Putting the AC on to fake some chill works well around the house, looking at the beautiful Christmas tree, smelling the spices that makes you think of Christmas, the atmosphere was there for my first Christmas in Muscat.

I have never spend winter anywhere else then in a cold place. The day coming up to the 25th were odd to say. In the house all was right, I was not hot, nights are colder anyway, but going outside knowing is Christmas the next day and the sun is shinning, 28 C are the degrees the weather app shows, no decorations (only in some malls or more “westernised” places) it felt …conflicting in my head.