OK, it’s that similar strangeness I felt in Hawaii the two Christmases I spent there, but here, the KFC Santa just made me think I was really in some alternate reality. Listening to Christmas carols sung in Japanese adds to the strangeness, in Hawaii at least the words were in English.
A comparative analysis of “strangeness” between Hawaii and Okinawa at Christmas from the viewpoint of a Bohemian raised in Chicago is simple:
1.] Christmas in Hawaii, at 80 degrees Fahrenheit, one wears swimming trunks in public, women wear bikinis, sun hats and high heels. In Chicago at minus 10 degrees Fahrenheit, one wears thermal underwear and cold weather clothing, carries a snow shovel in the car, but the music in the stores is the same. “I’m Dreaming of a White Christmas” has real experiential meaning!
2.] Christmas in Okinawa, at 80 degrees Fahrenheit, everyone wears the same clothing worn all year, the Christmas songs are sung in Japanese. Something seems to be missing in the spirit of the holiday here. Maybe I just miss the snow?
Sunday we went to see Handel’s Messiah, at the City Hall Auditorium here in Okinawa. I was pleasantly surprised that they did it perfectly, sang it in old English and the talent of the local orchestra rivaled anything I ever seen. Seriously as good as our visit to Carnegie Hall in New York two years ago!
Happy Holidays to all, no matter what you celebrate, wishing you a successful, healthy and happy new year.
My New Year’s Resolution is to not make any New Year’s Resolutions :-))))