When I recall the Novembers and Decembers of my childhood, they were all inevitably bathed in a blissful light. I remember the frenzied revelry, the cheery carolers and the landscapes of giant parolas and twinkling Christmas lights. Then, memories of the long journey to the grand finale of the “ber” months flood through me. While it seems a lifetime ago, I could vividly recall waiting for the gift unwrapping ceremony, Santa’s surprise presents and the kaleidoscopic skies splashed by a variety of fireworks.  And, on a cold winter evening, these recollections flashed into mind on our A Symphony of Lights Hong Kong journey. Truthfully, I felt like a kid again…