Merry Malagasy Christmas

Some things about Christmas are the same here in Madagascar as they are where ever you happen to be right now. People do flock to get their picture taken with Santa. The only difference here is Santa has lost a few hundred pounds and is wearing sunglasses. No, we did not sit on Santa's lap. Look at him. He's shrimpy; we would have crushed him.

Gifts can be a little different too. These are the holiday gifts my wife got from work: a liter of cooking oil, a chocolate log and a big hunk of meat. How would like meat for a gift?

Holiday logs are everywhere. I don't know the whole story yet, but there are candy logs, chocolate logs and stacks and stacks of log cakes.

Sometimes it can fun to not know the whole story. Then you get to make one up. Leave a comment and tell me a little story that may explain why there are tiny chocolate fish inside of this chocolate log. Are they magic fish? Holiday fish? Were the cursed by the evil Holiday Pond Queen and forced to live the rest of their lives trapped inside a piece of wood?