Little Micky is singing a muffled Jingle Bells through her scarf as we finally pull off the highway in Niagara Falls, Ontario (pop: 78,000) after three hours of inky darkness. Then she changes the lyrics to Dunkin’ Donuts. Micky is adorably cute.
“Thanks to God, we make it in good time,” says Mr Chang from the front, blessing himself quickly.
“Michaela,” says his wife, snaking rosary beads through her twice-gloved fingers, “Why you not sing something nice about the baby Jesus?”
“Mom! Look! McDonald’s!” says young Tom, pressing his face to the cold glass.
“Niagara not far, ah?” says Mr Chang, turning to me and my boyfriend. “We blessed to live so close.”