The Japanese love Christmas and there are Santas everywhere – we saw 30 of them assembled on the river bank in Kyoto (goodness knows why) and Colonel Sanders dressed as Father Christmas outside KFC. But Christmas Day isn’t a public holiday in Japan and we took advantage of a normal train service to take the shinkansen to Hiroshima and visit the A-Bomb museum. I’m not sure that this would have been the first choice of my three teenage girls, and my middle daughter described it as the most depressing experience of her entire life. And then, as a change to good old turkey, our Japanese hosts in Fukuoka prepared a Christmas cake sushi, made from sculpted pieces of raw fish on a bed of sticky rice. I was beginning to wonder whether Christmas this year would live up to expectations when I looked out of the window and saw the snow begin to fall, in big fluffy flakes. It would be a perfect Christmas after all.