Merry Christmas everyone!!!

What a great day – all things considered. Even though it’s warm outside and all the stores are open, our apartment was a little bit of Canadian Christmas.

We had a good friend sleep over, and shared in opening our gifts. Yes, my mother did send me furry fishnet stockings. (and Girl Guide cookies!!) As the day progressed, more friends came to share in an extended breakfast time that ended around 1pm, followed by some serious “hanging-out”, (and a very welcome call from my Aunt and Grandma in Saskatchewan) and finally dinner for 10 around six o’clock. There aren’t any turkeys in Korea, as I’ve mentioned before – so roast chicken it was. With almost all the fixings.

So now, I’m stuffed, Kim and Paula are singing carols as they wash dishes (I’ve spent most of the day in the kitchen, so I’ve been awarded a break) and everyone else has cleared out. A great day all round. If it’s necessary to spend a Christmas away from my family, this isn’t a bad way to do it!

Hope you’ve all had a great holiday, and have spent it with those you love, and eaten too much. I pray that you’ve taken some time to reflect on the precious gift of Christ.

Merry Christmas.

It’s beginning to taste like Christmas…

Mike’s Grandmother just sent 2 big boxes full of cookies and mincemeat tarts. Who needs turkey when there are cookies to be had?

Sex, Drugs, and Rock & Roll…

Okay, I tricked you into reading this segment. It’s actually about the Paper Museum….which was really cool!!!

Highlights included a page from the Guttenberg Bible, a page from Ann Franks Diary, and we got to make our own paper.

The funniest part was a small diarama showing the paper making process, onto which was projected a hologram of a ‘paper nymph’, and 3 small logs. In a sickenly sweet voice, the nymph told the logs that they would “enter the processing plant, where they would be stripped of their bark, and mashed into a porridge like substance before being flattened into paper.” At which point the masochistic little logs shouted “Hooray! We want to be a paper!!” sick. really really sick. They didn’t even tell kids that they shouldn’t try it at home. Now all the little tots who frequent the paper museum are going to race home and try to mash each other into porridge.