Christmas in Honduras sunny and delicious. Christmas parties are everywhere, and come with very royally dressed women and scantily dressed girls. Office beauty pageants. The days are a warm 80 degrees, toasty not humid. I’m eating Tres Leches cake like my heart is made of iron, not soft, susceptible tissue.

I can’t get enough of the Christmas trees. Like everything here, color is supreme.

Christmas Tree in Prisma's Office

Christmas Tree in Prisma's Office

Don’t forget that they don’t grow pine trees here, and that these are all fake.

Always Popular Ribbon

Always Popular Ribbon

The center of town is grungy as ever, but filled with bustling shoppers wiping sweat, not snow from their brow. The main Christmas tree of Honduras is clearly adored.

Downtown Tegucigalpa

Downtown Tegucigalpa

I have seen one living tree- in the home of a Kiva borrower. It is my personal favorite.

Iris and her Children

Iris and her Children

Christmas to me smells like sharp pine mixed with musty paper as we unwrap the ornaments. I love to decorate the tree. Each ornament bought in a different year. Many older than me. In Honduras, trees are new every year. New ornaments. New beginnings. I helped build the tree in my home here.

Sierra Lends a Hand

Sierra Lends a Hand

Giant metallic globes compete with gold garlands and plastic bunches of grapes. Each sparkling piece is attached to the wire branch and polyester needles. I adore it.

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