Christmas memories
Growing up in a Chinese home which ensures that incense is offered to the deity and ancestral tablets precisely at 7a.m. and 5p.m. daily (unless we weren't home), it is of little surprise that I had hardly any worthy memories of Christmas as a kid. Of course, even back then, Christmas was already commercialised - think Christmas carols blaring in Sungai Wang and unbelievably soft Metrojaya teddy bears priced so astronomically that any sneaky cuddles would warrant stern admonishment from mum, lest we had to purchase the bear if I soiled it!I went overseas with the preconceived notion that Christmas for a non-Christian student was probably pretty much the same non-event, save for the colder weather, and if lucky, snow. I was wrong - I left England three years later with much much more.
munsta ramblings @ 7:52 pm
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