The Many Writings of K. A. Jones

Written for rix_scaedu's prompt: A winter holiday celebrated in the opposite hemisphere to its place/culture of origin.

They had brought their winter holiday with them and they were determined to celebrate it on the correct date, even though it was summer. Estelle smiled as she walked through the market, seeing stalls that hadn't been there the year before, even though it reminded her of why they had all been forced to leave their home behind. She pushed it to the back of her mind. If they had the strength to push away whatever emotions they were feeling to celebrate then she wouldn't let it get to her either.