My Memoir of Christmas
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My Memoir of Christmas

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Christmas is just around the corner, and children in Japan are eagerly looking forward to it. Since most of us aren't Christians, Christmas in Japan doesn't have religious meaning. Instead, it's more of a family event to enjoy spending time together.

When I was a kid, I definitely loved it. I remember that one day, when I was around five years old, I asked my mom about Santa Claus. I was curious how Santa managed to get into our house because our house didn't have a chimney. In fact, none of the houses in our neighborhood had chimneys either.

"Mom, how does Santa get inside of our house without a chimney?" My mom answered, "Well, honey. If a house doesn't have a chimney, he gets in through a toilet window." Since then, my mom always made sure to leave the window open on the Christmas Eve. In Japan, most of houses separate toilets and bathrooms. The toilet window is normally the smallest in a house. If I were smarter back then, it was easy for me to figure out it would be impossible for a chubby guy to get in through the smallest window. I was just an innocent kid and had believed it.

To make Santa real, my mom also prepared two cups of green tea and some Japanese snacks like senbei (Japanese rice crackers) for him in a kitchen on Christmas Eve. My sister and I were so excited that it was hard for us to sleep. Our mom forced us to go to bed earlier to say like if we didn’t behave, Santa wouldn’t bring us any presents. The following mornings, my sister and I were extremely happy to find presents beside our pillows from Santa. As soon as we got up, we immediately had rushed to the kitchen to make sure if the cups of green tea and senbei had been eaten. When we saw both were empty, we believed Santa really stopped in our house to deliver gifts to us.

Although I deeply appreciate what my parents did to my sister and I, I can't help but think why I didn't realize that why my mom prepared two cups of green tea and Japanese snakes for a Western old guy. He probably didn't like drinking two cups of such bitter tea without sugar. I don't think he enjoyed hard senbei either. Anyway, it worked perfectly until I was ten. When I turned ten years old, I finally figured out Santa was actually my parents.

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