We have celebrated what may be our last Christmas -- and Boxing Day -- in London. I say "may" because Reuters being Reuters there is always the chance that we will return some day.

On Christmas Eve, we went to one of our favorite restaurants, Maggie Jones's, for dinner. Maggie's has tables on the ground floor and in the basement. Go for the basement and ask for a booth. It's got a very cozy feeling.

Diane had rack of lamb with rosemary and garlic, Jay had pheasant and I had medallions of venison. Delicious. For dessert, we had things like apple crumble (think apple brown betty) and bread-and-butter pudding.

The Christmas Eve strike on the Picadilly Line caused minimal disruption, as far as I was concerned. The other lines were running normally, and I was able to get around without any problems.

On Christmas Day, we went to our friend Ann's house for a fine Christmas lunch. We had turkey, roast potatoes, brussels sprouts (a holiday tradition in Britain), carrots, stuffing and cranberry sauce. Followed by desserts that included trifle and a cake baked by Ann's stepson with a wonderful marzipan layer. Yum.

I love London at Christmastime. A lot of people leave town, so getting around is easy and it's quiet. It's like New York City in August.