There was a distinctly militaristic feel to the rest of the day. Cian got his wished for aircraft carrier and immediately upon taking it out of the box declared the house was now at 'Code Orange'. He then pointed the ship in the general direction of China/North Korea/Russia and got his fighter jets to fly a succession of 'sorties' throughout the morning. The aim, he announced at a terse 10:00a.m. press briefing, was to give tactical air support to Santa (codename "the Big Red One") as he flew over some of the world's less Christian countries. It was only when Google Earth had confirmed that Santa, sorry, 'the Big Red One', had successfully arrived over Poland and thus entered NATO's airspace, that we were all permitted to "stand down".
Sanae's presents, yes presents plural, had been arriving in the weeks prior to Christmas (a down jacket and the Japanese version of Lord of the Rings books), so there was nothing for her to take out from under the Christmas tree besides Cian's wrapping paper. To cheer her up I got her the complete Japanese horse racing guide to 2015 and gosh, but you should have seen the way her eyes lit up. Like Las Vegas on a Friday night. Or Macao on any night of the year.
Daddy got a long hard look at his own mortality, and an assortment of calendars.
Then it was off to work/school for everyone as this is Japan and, despite the best efforts of Muroran's resident pair of young blue-eyed Mormons (soon to be the subject of another blog), the goat-sacrificing, witch-burning, whale-eating heathens of this country remains resolutely non-Christian.
Next stop Hawaii.
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