I had some alarming Christmas moments during December, including:
-Most obviously, writing a Christmas blog post before the end of the relevant year.
-Being funneled through the MTR station in Central at 7am one day when the sound system started blasting out Christmas carols at max volume. I think it was meant to be a fire drill test and they still had the carols cued up. I and my 70,000 co-commutees hit the deck as the string overture to O Christmas Tree blared aggressively through the station in a manner more suggestive of a special ops raid than a Silent Night or any sort of Joy To The World.
-Doing a particularly tense deposition in a law firm. At one point we had to go off the record because the attorneys were literally about to punch on. Late in the afternoon a choir of about 20 enthusiastic but tone-deaf paralegals burst into song in the room next door, rehearsing carols for the Christmas party. They refused to desist (frankly they did need the practice) so the rest of the day’s hostilities were conducted with a background of jingle bells, fa-la-las and donning of gay apparel. It just made everyone want to punch even more. Sorry Jesus.
-This display at Sydney Airport, which I guess wasn’t alarming, just DISAPPOINTING. Three wise men came from a far…what?
But beyond that, we had the most relaxing of Christmas days, as appears to be the expat style. No driving from place to place (no family), no cooking (no oven), no drama, NO DOUBT.
Dawn on Christmas morning in Lung Mei Tsuen. YAY!
A genius idea occurred to Santa while late-night shopping at Toys R Us a couple of days before Christmas: get Rufus and Zadie these “real money ATM bank” toys as piggy banks and make them do all the chores that MaryJane doesn’t do! They’re happy with HK$2 pocket money, which is about 20 Australian cents. WIN WIN WIN.
From me and the MTR Corporation, happy Christmas, and…O CHRISTMAS TREE!!! O CHRISTMAS TREE!!!!! THY LEAVES ARE SO UNCHANGING!!!!!!!!