Contest Alert: The Best Christmas Tree

Today is the first day of the Christmas month, which means that soon enough, the hotels, shopping malls and streets of Bombay will be sparkling with lights. Every year, the city puts up an impressive array of Christmas trees and decorations. This year, you can help Bombay Foodie find the best looking Christmas Tree and win a prize too!

Here's how it works:

1. Click a picture of your favourite Christmas Tree or an interesting christmas decor you spot around town. The picture must be of a tree/christmas decor that is:
(a) set up for 2015 Christmas
(b) within the city limits of Mumbai/Greater Mumbai and
(c) accessible to public (for example, in a shopping mall or a hotel or store)

2. Leave a comment here with a link to the picture or share it with me on Facebook, Twitter or Instagram by tagging it with #BombayChristmas. Do mention where the picture was taken.

3. Just to make sure I know you and can reach you, please follow BombayFoodie on Facebook, Twitter and/or Instagram and tag @bombayfoodie when you post.

4. Contest closes at midnight Bombay time on 19th December. Top 3 entries win handcrafted Christmas goodies baked specially for you. If you win, I might even take requests to bake your favourite dessert.

There is more fun in store too. On 20th December, I will pick my favourite entries and go check those trees out. Of course, you are welcome to join the #BombayChristmas trail too. I will post a schedule here when I know where we are going.

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