The Christmas I’m used to includes fighting over the last ‘perfect’ gift in an over-crowded shop-ping mall and sitting on my Italian-American grandmother’s plastic covered couch watching her decorate her tinsel covered tree. As much of a pain these things are, they have become part of a tradition I’ve grown to love. When I realized I would be spending the early Christmas season in a different country, I didn’t know what to expect. I wasn’t going to be at home to see the star top the tree or be able to put out the Nativity scene that my grandpa built for the family. I would be miss-ing the traditions that make Christmas what it is for me.