In London, malls are not the shopping destinations they once were.

Every year my wife and I take two of our granddaughters Christmas shopping. We tour the stores in White Oaks mall and when done the kids and I stop for mini Cinnabon. It is an evil delight. Grandma doesn't partake and that just underlines how bad having an icing-topped Cinnabon must be.

White Oaks was possibly the first mall in London. Built by a local family on a major thoroughfare leading from the core to the four-lane highway serving the city, the mall was a great success.Over the intervening years it has faced a lot of competition and, although it has been hit hard, it is still arguably the most popular mall in town.

That said, the stores were not packed. The wide corridors were not bustling. The line-up for a Cinnabon wasn't long. With the biggest anchor stores now gone, the mall, appears to be marking time, holding its own.

I see the images of malls found in other cities and posted by members of this group and I'm jealous. Our remaining malls are nowhere near as grand. In fact, grand seems to be the kiss-of-death for a London mall.

Our downtown once boasted a true high-end mall. It cost something in the neighbourhood of $135 million to build back in the 1990s. Today that mall has lost almost everything it once sported at its opening, including its original name.

The shortest day of the year

The Canadian singer Bruce Cockburn has a song "The Coldest Day of the Year". Well, yesterday wasn't the coldest day of the year, not even close. But, it was the shortest day of the year with the sun appearing to set just before five o'clock.

London is set smack dab in the middle of some of the richest, most productive farmland in Canada. The farm fields extend right into the growing city. It is not uncommon for the land to be filled with a fast-growing crop of corn one year and a rapidly-expanding suburban neighbourhood the next.

When you can't afford a trip to Europe

A fellow by the name of Ian Newton posted this to a Facebook page called If You Grew Up In London, Ontario, You Will Remember When...

I'm sure there may be more that could be said about our area's use of borrowed place-names. Kitchener, to the right of the route marked in blue, was originally called Berlin. The name was changed in 1916, driven by anti-German sentiment common in the region during the First World War.

Not far from London on the Lake Erie shore is Port Glasgow. It likes to brag that perch, pickerel, salmon and rainbow trout are all to found not far from the port. And I would not be surprised to learn a few kilt-wearing men could also be found in the area if one were to look. You see, Port Glasgow was settled more than two centuries ago by Scottish immigrants moving to the area.

Smart phones not made here

Everywhere I go I see folk using their smart phones to take pictures and to text and even, sometimes, to talk. These new tools seem to be ubiquitous.

As a Londoner, I see something else. I see a technology that slipped from our grasp. At one time, London was home to a massive Nortel plant. It made telephones, and not just for Canada but for the world. When I was in Tunisia back in the 1990s, I saw a Northern Telecom building outside Tunis on the way to Sidi Bou Said.

Nortel was such a powerhouse of a telecommunications giant that at one point more than a quarter of the value of the Toronto Stock Exchange was claimed by Nortel.

But that was then. Today the plant is gone. The company almost forgotten. Telephones and most state-of-the-art telecommunications equipment are now made offshore. About the strongest lasting memory of the once giant company are the ones held by the workers who found themselves without jobs and without the pensions they had been promised. 

Giants can be very disappointing.

London kids love snow. No surprise here.

The last school day of 2019 is just around the corner and Christmas is less than a week away. And yet, snow is hard to find. Making a snowman is impossible and a snow fort is out of the question.

These two London kids aren't taking it lying down. They not only shoveled their grandparent's driveway, they shoveled the front lawn. And what did they do with the shoveled snow? They packed the snow in a large, canvas wagon and in a number of large, plastic garbage cans.

Now, they have enough snow to make a giant pile of the fluffy white stuff. And we all know what big piles of snow are good for, right? Jumping! And if it warms up a little, the stuff gets packable and a snowman becomes a possibility. These two are prepared.

Christmas pagents are different today

When I was in public school almost seven decades ago, Christmas pageants were quite different. First they clearly called Christmas pageants. Today's event at École Élémentaire Marie-Curie seemed to be billed simply as the school's Winter Show.

There was lots to see and to hear⁠—students dancing, singing, playing musical instruments⁠—there was even a Santa Claus of sorts.

What was missing were camels, angels, a manger scene, wise men, shepherds and . . . Well, you get the idea. What may not be instantly clear is the missing strong religious connection may be a good thing.

École Élémentaire Marie-Curie is a French first language elementary school in the west end of London, Ontario. This is not a French immersion school with the goal of making English speaking children fluent in French. This is a school for families that speak French at home. This school is for parents who want their children taught in French, the language in which their kids are most comfortable.

While there may not have been any camels in the show, there was a dinosaur.

Labeling aside, there was lots of Christmas spirit filling the classrooms, halls and auditorium. Parents brought treats to share, the food drive boxes were filled with donations and in the auditorium families, clearly with different backgrounds, chatted and shared laughter.

And what did the children call the event. I talked with two and both agreed, it was the annual Christmas show.

The little guy is successfully competing with the chains.

It is just a small store but it often has just what you want and at a quality that puts the big chain stores in the area to shame. It's Remark. The family that owns it has one store in Windsor, one in Sarnia (I believe) and a third in London.

The other day my wife spent a quarter of an hour buying just three items at the Loblaws owned grocery store. Only two check out lanes were open.

We should have gone to Remark, as we usually do, ten or more check out lanes are usually open there. One is no sooner in than out. And the prices are very competitive. I don't know why so many folk feel big is better. It often isn't. Smaller is more competitive. It is successfully compete or wither and die.

Remark has been going for fifteen years in London. It shows no sign of withering and dying. And my wife and I, and even our grandchildren, are very thankful for this. We like the fresh navel oranges and the sparkling white cauliflower, the grandkids like the fresh, yeast-puffed, chocolate-topped doughnuts.