
Tom, Susan and Grendel, the dog, in front of the Christmas tree I helped decorate.
I helped to decorate the Christmas tree with silvery tinsels, candybar sticks, light bulbs and other xmas knick-nacks. Before that, I wrapped several presents for the family, some I made myself, some I brought from home. These were placed under the tree. The family also had a stocking with my name on it hanged above the fire-place. I had my first taste of egg-nog, sans the alcohol of course. After the special Christmas dinner, we adjourned to the basement for an impromptu concert by the family. I performed 'the candle dance' dressed in my traditional red, velvet 'baju kurong' much to the delight of my hosts. When it was almost midnite, I followed them to church. It was already crowded so we had to take the front pew. When they were singing the Christmas carols I was 'alive' because I knew most of the songs being from a convent school. Then when it was time for the sermons, my head nodded off - well, it was way past midnite! When we left the church, it was just barely snowing, not even enough to cover the ground.
2 comments:
There are few cultural and emotional shocks to compare with those that a young person studying overseas in a very different cultural setting experiences when a very family-oriented, deep-rooted tradition is celebrated. One either keenly feels the separation if the tradition is not observed in the new host country or new, fascinating sensations if the situation is reversed.
Your post recreates those emotions. I look forward to the sequel.
That's a delightful birthday photo of Amal. Soon one of my granddaughters celebrates her 9th birthday also, and I am sure her cheeks too will be just like those of Amal as she blows out her birthday candles :) Happy Birthday Amal.
Hi Louis,
Amal said "Terima kasih".
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