Christmas for my family means midnight mass, It’s a Wonderful Life and a game of pass-the-orange-under-the-chin. How would our guests Mohammed and Ayman fit in?
We were halfway through the annual game of pass-the-orange-under-the-chin when I realised that Christmas was going to be OK. No, not just OK, better.
My Dundonian mother is pretty competitive when it comes to our traditional Christmas games – no one flips a kipper further or faster. Yet there she was, standing between Mohammed and Ayman and taking significantly longer than usual to retrieve the orange from beneath the chin of one of our Syrian guests before passing it securely to the next.