After the weeks of muzak build-up, Japan retires Xmas with merciful speed. On the night of the 25th, the last Xmas cakes are discounted and forgotten. I kind of miss the US tradition of witnessing the first Xmas tree junked on the curb. The closer to the 25th the public abandonment, somehow the more worthy of attention. In Tokyo, I guess I can safely forget about the close association between Jesus’ birth and the by-reservation only consuming of fast food fried chicken. If any aficionados are reading this blog, please let me know how Mos and KFC and others compare.
Christmas in Japan means fried chicken, strawberry shortcake, and hotel sex. Famed (non-gay) blogger Danny Choo posted this photo, with the headline, “A guy queuing up at KFC in front of me. Is this where “Finger Lickin Good” comes from?”
Festive, isn’t it?