The kids volunteered to be in the church Christmas Eve play last week.  The next morning, they had changed their minds but like they said in Eden, “You can’t take it back.”

On the fateful eve, Sun Su narrated well.  Ooseung was supposed to play Jesus’ ring girl carrying a “NO VACANCY” sign across the stage, but she decided to hide in the pews instead.  Maybe the pressure of all those witnessing eyes in the house of judgement and forgiveness got to her.  It’s okay, baby, I love you more for it.  No damn-age done.

For Christmas, 2009 brought to me,

Twelve Corean relatives meeting,

Eleven Corean dishes for eating,

Ten kids off staircases leaping,

Nine games of Tekken with kids button-mashing,

Eight toys needing returning,

Seven hours of Tom & Jerry running,

Six bottles of expired beer for drinking (no thanks),

Five hours of a jealous (*cough*half-Corean*cough*) husband sulking,

Four Bionicles needing fixing,

Three glances at the lost little cousin who is now quite stunning,

Two Ugly Dolls that my baby doll was loving,

And a terrorist on Flight 253.  (Two of our relatives were there.)

Amy liked the necklace I bought for her, which I picked out with no less trepidation than Indiana Jones acquiring the Golden Idol.  The twelve year curse has been broken.  Or has it just begun….

My Christmas present was the top half of the sweatsuit ensemble below.  The bottom half was my birthday present a week ago.  They’re comfy – I wear them all the time now.

ME:  “Are you trying to make me look like one of those guidos on The Sopranos?”

AMY:  “NO.  This is cotton.  They wear polyester.”

ME:  “Oh, like what your brother was wearing last night.”