e are not much for Christmas rituals in our family. Which is not to say that we don’t love the holiday period – in fact, we Yees are mad for it – but we like to do things our own way. My mum once gathered armfuls of branches and stuck them in an empty vase and called it a Christmas tree; we have had Christmas lunches of yum cha and Christmas dinners of prawn spaghetti. We never really went away to beachside locations in that lazy valley between Christmas and New Year. We always stayed home. Because the one end-of-year tradition that we do have
