I have blogged before about the importance of my Christmas Eve PJs.
My second Christmas in Korea, the package from my parents didn’t arrive. My roommate at the time remembered how special they were to me and got me a pair.
This year, Greg was under strict orders that if my package did not arrive in time for Christmas, he was to provide me with Christmas PJs. It was his Boyfriendly Duity.
Well, here it is Christmas Eve and no package has arrived. I am, however, sitting around in a very comfortable pair of new fleece pants.
Additionally, we set a spending cap on Christmas this year. We’ve been known to go all out on other occasions but, especially being in Korea, Christmas doesn’t seem special. Brian’s blog post details the disconnect that is Christmas in Korea far better than I could (although I might suggest staying away from the blog comments. It gets a pretty snarky in there). I know I’ve tried in the past to explain just how different it is. This year, not living in Seoul, I didn’t even get to see all the department stores and their Christmas lights. And, after looking at the pretty photos you read Brian’s comment comparing Christmas in Korea to the Uncanny Valley, it just might start to make sense.
And I just might be that homesick.
But I digress. I have a wonderful boyfriend who bought me wonderful fleece pants and what might be the best under 10,000won Christmas gift ever.
A rolling foot massager thingy!
I’m pretty sure I squeed loudly upon opening my gift.
“I did good?” he asked.
“Mmmm,” I replied already rolling my foot over the delightful little bumps. “Very good.”
“When I was buying the box to put your jammies in I saw it and I thought, ‘Marie always likes me to rub her feet hard bordering on abuse. She’ll probably like this.’ So, I bought it.”
“Mmmm…” I replied again pressing down hard on the unforgiving plastic.
In less than 48 hours my boyfriend, best friend, partner of nearly two years will be boarding a plane back to the US. In an uncertain future, at least I won’t have sore feet.
Hi Marie & Greg
no box yet…#$%@**! we sent it early November. Anyway those pj’s are so you…hats off to Greg for making my sweetie happy.
love you
Dad
Cute!!!
yay! new pj’s!
(i can’t be more coherent now. but you get the idea. squee!)
That foot massager looks great, that’s going on my list of to-give gifts.
Thanks for the link, btw.
@Dad, yes he does make me very happy. And the box STILL hasn’t arrived. I suspect there is a customs official sitting around is comfy PJs somewhere.
@Brad, would you expect any less?
@Hanna, yea, I can’t brain either. I’ve been reading immigrations documents all day. Bad idea.
@Brian, it’s pretty much the best thing ever. I think Greg picked it up at one of the stationery stores like Morning Glory but I know I’ve seen them at Daiso a lot. Not nearly as cute with a little piggy face, however.
And you’re welcome for the link. I read you a fair bit. After 4 years I’ve run out of ways to explain how I feel about some things and your post was really perfect for that.
I also tried explaining to my class today that we don’t eat cake for Christmas in Canada. I don’t know why I try to do that every year but I do. They don’t comprehend it. It goes over about as well as “I don’t have a TV.”
Well better late than never. You’re very welcome for the link. I’m an intermittent blogger and an intermittent blog reader but yours is one I keep my eye on.