Did you know that Buddhists love Christmas? Neither did I. Well, it’s either that or they are shamelessly kissing up to the tourists. I can’t figure out which.
The Christmas decorations that festoon this palm tree jungle line every road, shopping mall and public square. The sheer number of neon Santas and fluorescent reindeer I have seen throughout the city put the holiday spirit of some U.S. cities to shame. That being said, I don’t think they get it. It’s almost as if the people of Bangkok banded together and raided a few Walmarts, snagging the most tacky light displays they could find.
“I’ve got the fat Santa with twinkle lights!”
“I grabbed the neon snowman that plays ‘Let it Snow!’ And I picked up all the Santa hats with Mickey Mouse ears I could find.”
“Good work. Just grab the blue light-up Star of David and we can wrap this up.”
Even the department stores and local grocers play Christmas music. It’s a holiday lover’s paradise here. Except that it feels like July.
Though I won’t be going home for Christmas this year _ the one year that seems to promise a fresh snowfall _ I will be here celebrating the holiday with friends. A Christmas dinner, some eggnog and a night of karaoke (not sure how this ties into it but I’m keeping an open mind) are all in store for the big day.
I hope you all find yourselves in the warm company of family and friends, and that your holiday is filled with much happiness and love.
Music by Dean Martin.