As much as I love the season, garish decorations and never ending christmas songs invading my silences make me want to leave the country and not come back until all thirteen yule lads have gone back to the mountains.

Christmas in Indonesia was particularily wonderful. I woke up at 5.30 as usual, breakfast was rice and fried eggs. I went to school at seven, dressed in my polyester school uniform, temperature around 35°C, 90% humidity, sunny.

The plan was to bake a cake for the family, tell them about christmas and play some icelandic christmas songs for them but after I got home and started cleaning my room (including my toilet which had not been cleaned since early august, and was looking rather alive) I got a text from a rather shy but very nice indie kind of music loving boy. So we decided to go to the movies together.

So Christmas dinner was Californian Friend Chicken, just like the one from Kentucky minus all the special ingredients, King Kong in the movies and then sitting in a cafe drinking coffee and eating hamburgers until my curfew.

Which was lovely! I got two gifts, one from a friend in Thailand, the other one from an Icelandic girl in Indonesia, and the present mama sent me arrived sometime in February. No pressure and no expectations, just how I like it.

-Sara loves christmas :P