Back in 1999 I took a trip to within 100km of the North Pole to experience a slice of real Canadiana outdoor spirit. Coming back for Christmas from my Phd studies in London this year made me realize that this spirit lives in every outdoor ice rink, ski trail and breath of cool fragrant oxygen. It's a case for the senses really. Pine needles on the snow, looking at the stars once again but only seeing them for the first time and community, a forgotten word save the politicians. Make no mistake the reality of a Canadian Christmas at the lake is people popping by for a skate or a hot chocolate, children dancing in snow forts above their ears and friends shoveling the walk for friends. It really is like that.
