I was a lonely soul…lost…deeply saddened that I was spending my first Christmas somewhere other than the motherland, Canada. To my surprise, and delight I was blessed with a foreigner Christmas party to help lift my spirits. What started as an innocent Christmas gathering turned into a religious awakening. It all began with a festive bottle of Bacardi. One glass turned into two, and two turned into a bottle. Then some wine and a glass or three of eggnog, plus a rousing game of FLIP CUPS, at which I am now internationally known!!!
It could have been the time of season, or the people, or maybe it was just the copious amounts of alcohol consumed, but slowly my spirits were being lifted, and so were my clothes. With every piece of property I was losing, it was like shedding a layer of sadness, and bringing me closer and closer to a Christmas miracle. First it was my jacket…then my scarf, and finally every personal belonging, including my wallet. Finally I was free…and drunk!!!
I could no longer string together a sentence, and had reverted to cave grumbles, but somehow I managed to get home (with the help of a trusty friend who will rename unnamed but be referred to as the ghost of Korean Christmas.) I awoke with a wrenching headache, and a not so good feeling in my stomach. Somehow I was still not in the Christmas spirit. I decided that maybe going for a walk would help.
I stumbled my way to the corner store, and picked up a carton of milk. On my way home I started to feel a slight twinge in my stomach…could it be? Was it time? It was. I hunched over and released all the pains keeping me shackled to this loneliness. Upon completion a miracle sent from God or Canada occurred.
When I lifted my head all I could see was white, finally I was cured, and a single puke tear streamed down my face. Somehow, standing in a dirty alley, with vomit at my feet, and crazed Korean screaming in my ears, all faded far, far away . . . an angel had blessed me, and IT WAS SNOWING!!!!! My journey was complete and I was one with the snow…I can only hope that those tiny white pieces of snow will last for a long time, but if not I can sleep at night knowing they have brought my happiness, if for no more than a single day…
Cheer, Collin
Mr. Hanky, the Christmas milk puke. Hideee Hoooee!
