My first New Year's celebration in Japan was a very long
time ago. I was feeling awfully homesick, because it seemed that Christmas had
been skipped. Even though the decorations and music etc. were there, the spirit
of the holiday was not. On New Year's Eve my homestay family and I watched
television until well past one o'clock and when I went to bed they were still
playing a game I later learned was called mahjong. I expected to sleep late the
next morning as was my habit in America after a late New Year's Eve, but they
woke me up early and told me to come downstairs right away. I went, still in my
pajamas and robe only to be scolded and sent back upstairs to change.
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There were more relatives than I knew existed already seated
around the edge of the tatami room when I arrived; where had they come from and
when? We ate special food and went to shrines and other homes around the city
"for あいさつ" at a non-stop pace for three days, and we must have
eaten two tons of mikan apiece! Following this amazing schedule, I lost all
concept of what time and what day it was and even forgot I was homesick. I still
miss some of the Christmas spirit in Japan, but I also miss the New Year's
spirit when I spend the New Year in America.
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