Besides being ordered to wash the car (Dad's sense of time and place remain impeccable as ever), Christmas Eve was relatively quiet until dinner time, when we decided to celebrate by eating at the all-you-can-eat sushi restaurant in the neighboring town. We invited another family over and got to see their two tykes again; the older child remained as fussy an eater as ever (only bringing himself to eat rice and other bland foods), while his baby sister happily inhaled all the raw fish she can get her hands on. She's adorable. Afterwards, we took pictures in front of the giant tree the town always sets up.
On Christmas Day, we were dragged off to a house party hosted by a friend of the family and ate hotpot. While all the old folks hung around the table and traded gossip, I spent the majority of my time there with this little thing:
Despite his cute looks, he has a hair-trigger temper and has already bitten at least 4 people on that day alone, me included. Even so, I got him to warm up to me to the point where he happily sat on my lap while I pet him for almost an entire hour straight. I don't get to be around dogs often due to my allergy (still got itchy eyes afterwards), so it has been very therapeutic for me.
Later that night, I checked back on him. He bit me for the third time. Still tried petting him afterwards.
Not my ideal Christmas, but there are worse ways to spend it with family.
