Christmas is coming and I can’t wait. We’re heading home to celebrate with our families for the first time in three years so all the kitsch, rubbishy stuff that everyone gets sick of we are very excited by. Yes, including Wham!
It appears we’re not the only ones to be excited by Christmas. Thailand has gone Christmas crazy every year we’ve been here and this year is no exception. Every where you go there are huge billboards with snowy scenes, red-breasted robins and Father Christmas.
Which is funny, because people in Thailand have no idea what those things are.
In fact, to most Thai people (certainly in Bangkok) the cold is utterly unknown. I posted this anecdote as a comment on Old England To New England:
One of my friend’s wives used to be an airline stewardess for a small Thai carrier and told me this story. The airline had recently opened a route to Seoul for the winter trade and were taking on new staff. One of the new staff had never left Thailand.
Upon arriving in Seoul, the new staff member stepped out of the plane and saw her breath for the first time in her life.
She freaked out, genuinely thinking her soul was escaping.
My maid thinks anything below 20C requires the same level of clothing as polar explorers. It therefore seems strange to have stereotypical winter scenes, complete with snowflakes, as advertising for beach wear.
In an attempt to generate a corner of holiday cheer in the tropics, we will be turning the AC low, donning Santa hats and putting on ‘Now! That’s What I Call Christmas’ album as we install all the sparkly Christmas tat we own around the house.
Incongruous? Yes. Needed? Nope. Fun? Absolutely!
All together now…
Last Christmas, I gave you my heart…