My parents were from the UK and although I never lived there I was surrounded by the culture growing up. My Mom used to make fish and chips with mushy peas, steak and kidney pie (sometimes she had problems finding beef kidney .. people asked her if she had a cat). We went back to England a few times as a child, always at Christmas, and I remember the wonderful atmosphere. They played Christmas carols everywhere, even on the bus. The metro (Tube to Londoners) tunnels were filled with buskers .. it was so nice to walk round a corner and find someone playing Jingle Bells or Silent Night. And the food .. Christmas pudding with brandy butter, pork pies, mince pies (actually dried fruit pies).
Now my folks are gone. I miss them all the time but I miss them most at Christmas.. it's just not the same here and without them.