We had a wonderful Christmas in Doha. The week leading up to Christmas we celebrated with friends decorating christmas cookies and gingerbread houses, picnics at the zoo and making wreaths which proudly adorn our doors. I wouldn't have been surprised if they had been taken down overnight but they are still there today. On Christmas Eve we attended a morning candelight service with "Silent Night, Holy Night" sung in reasonable harmony in the many languages of the people in the humble villa where church is discreetly held. We then celebrated with our precious friends here with a traditional lunch.
My mum had handsewn christmas stockings for us which we hung up faithfully and the girls were delighted to find them full in the morning. I did overhear E telling G that if she was good and loved God and Santa she might get presents! I was both amused and slighted concerned that all E wanted for Christmas was a black abaya! After present opening we had a pancake brunch with our French and Italian neighbours sitting outside on our front garden. Our girls were the only ones playing that morning with their new presents - just another Saturday for most people in Doha. One of my veiled neighbours did wish me a Happy Christmas though and the girls enjoyed handing out chocolates to the other kids in the compound.
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