It’s a sweet and sour silent night. Like New York Jews, we follow wonton stars. Three Kings sing Blue Christmas on the open mic. Waiters shepherd crispy ducks onto paper tablecloths. Soon there’ll be a baby born, but tonight your eyes are neon signs leading me out of the dark.

Joe Pearson is a British fiction writer living in Paris. He always leaves dim sum for Santa. You can find more of his writing at joepearsonwriter.com.