Jingle bells, season's greetings, ho ho ho, and all that. I'm sitting here in gray, polluted Beijing where it's beginning to look a lot like...winter.
Some of the shopping malls are doing their best to entice shoppers, with candy-cane colored trees and fake garland. But for the most part, there's not a whole lot around town to put me in the spirit of Christmas. Or Hanukah. Or Divali.
There is the occasional odd-looking, inadvertently religious advertisement stuck into a sleeve in the back seat of a taxi:
And you do run across workers putting up a somewhat subdued tree:
But for the most part, city life is business as usual. Of course, that business can be rather entertaining. This is the sign that my friend Rachel and I came across yesterday when we were wandering around:
There will be a special reward for the first person who can tell me what this means. I'm hoping it's something both hot and, well, heftily.
Some of the shopping malls are doing their best to entice shoppers, with candy-cane colored trees and fake garland. But for the most part, there's not a whole lot around town to put me in the spirit of Christmas. Or Hanukah. Or Divali.
There is the occasional odd-looking, inadvertently religious advertisement stuck into a sleeve in the back seat of a taxi:
And you do run across workers putting up a somewhat subdued tree:
But for the most part, city life is business as usual. Of course, that business can be rather entertaining. This is the sign that my friend Rachel and I came across yesterday when we were wandering around:
There will be a special reward for the first person who can tell me what this means. I'm hoping it's something both hot and, well, heftily.
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