Home with the family for the Holidays for the first time in several years. Christmas here was indeed much whiter than what I am accustomed to, on account of both the snow and the people. I feel homesick for quirky Asian queries like “What you do this year for Merry Christmas?” and “Where you go this year for Happy New Year?”
Last year I wrote a local version of “The Night Before Christmas” that began..
Twas the night before Christmas
And all through Phnom Penh,
Not a creature was stirring,
Not even Hun Sen…