Multicultural, seasonal, bilingual wordplay. If I screwed it up, je suis désolé…! Montreal Manger “Meet us for a walk,” Marlene said, one December night after too long at work. “The weather’s been miserable and it feels marvelous to move.” Mo leant me his mittens as we marched up the street. Above us, the moon shone, crisp and cold. Midway up the mountain, a church bell began to chime. “Midnight Mass,” said Marlene, moving her scarf up over her mouth. “I should be there.” “Wh