Thus the Christmas Holidays have passed, and all the host of the them concluded. These are the records of my first Christmas in New York City, record of whither I went, what had transpired, and whom I celebrated the Yuletide with:

1. I said the darnedest thing, in the style of Tracy Jordan: What do I want to eat? I’m hungry. I’m Asian. I want RICE. (I’m sure it was in the style of Tracy Jordan) 
2. I harped down a bag of biscotti that someone dropped on my lap as a Christmas gift. The contents of the bag were gone in 5 minutes. (I know I shared!) This was at Hillsong, after the last service, Christmas Eve.
3. I watched Lord of the Rings Extended Edition with friends. I got home from that at 6 am. 
4. At 6 am, I showered for work and headed to work. From Fort Hamilton, Brooklyn to Woodside to Upper West, Christmas Day.
5. At 1 pm later that same day, I went back to Brooklyn for Christmas breakfast (open all day)
6. We leave Brooklyn to meet Camille and Ray. It was crowded at Rockefeller Center. It was ridiculous. We eat at Dallas BBQ, Times Square.
7. Come home Christmas evening at 11, sleep at 3 which marks enough sleep for me to show up at work at 1 pm.
8. Fail. I wake up at 12:24 pm, forgo a shower, and fly to 77th and Amsterdam.
9. I get home at 10 pm, too tired to go to Roosevelt Island for Boxing Day game night.
10. Sleep arrives at 3 am.
11. I wake up at 4:15, leave 30 minutes later and I don’t know what day it is, but it sure looks like yesterday, whatever that day was called.