Okay, I know we’re a little late, but the Americans aren’t kidding when they call it holiday season. From Thanksgiving until January 1, a fever of festivities descends on this fair country and, yes, we caught the bug. I didn’t grow up with Christmas, but now that we’re here I feel compelled to go all out and start some new traditions. Which translated into a Chrismukkah mish mash: a Christmas tree, a menorah for Hanukkah, homemade rum balls for the neighbours and Chinese for Christmas lunch (a la L.A Jews). We also managed to fit in a weekend in Santa Monica for a story I’m working on, where we ate local lobster and tried not to miss the warm Sydney weather too much. Happy…