Attached is the email about Christmas Phone calls. I think it's pretty easy to understand. My phone number is xxx-xxxx-xxxx. So you will call 011- xx-xx-xxxx-xxxx. I don't know if you've ever done an international call, besides to Canada, so good luck. So Christmas is P-day for us. I was thinking I would wake up Christmas morning and open presents and get ready, so maybe a phone call around 9am my time would be good. That would be 5pm your time on Christmas Eve. I hope that's okay, because there really isn't a way for you to tell me it's not okay. Ha ha. I'm glad Jay and John will be there. I get an occasional email from John about his life, but rarely from Jay - probably because there isn't much to it, eh?
(my favorite part is that we got this Christmas phone call letter in the mail too, and it says 2009 rules on it. This email is 2010 so they at least caught that rule. However, it seems a typo has escaped two years of APs. (Assistants to the Mission President) Can you find it? It's a punctuation error.)
I liked your story about the Christmas party in Utah. Christmas really isn't a big deal here. Two days before is the emperor's birthday, and that's the holiday everyone celebrates. So the branch Christmas Party is on the 23rd. There is still no snow in Miyazaki, and I often walk around without a coat. The nights get pretty cold though. I'll have pictures next week of the great Christmas Party that the ward is spending more than half of their budget for the year on. No joke.
I got my Christmas presents. That poor box was so full it was bursting, neh? The cookies were delicious. They were a little crumbly but for the most part they held together. I finally worked my way down to the chocolate peanut butter cup things this morning.
They're delicious too. (Using) the Green Stamps envelope was a good touch. I set up the Charlie Brown Christmas tree and laid out the presents on the small cabinet thing in our genkan. I'll send a picture. I read the Customs Declaration but that wasn't helpful at all, was it. It's like it's written in code, but it's still honest enough to make it through customs.
I wish I could tell you what I want for my birthday, but I don't know what's in the Christmas presents, right? I have a pretty good guess about two shirts and two tights, but after that I don't know. This is the problem about a birthday in January, right dad? 2 weeks after my birthday is transfers, so who knows what I'll need to get rid of if I transfer. My companion has close to no stuff. She fit everything in one big suitcase and then one medium sized (Japanese sized medium) box to herself. That's it. She has inspired me to purge. I feel like I need a good transfer to throw stuff away, you know. Oh, I didn't think of something for my birthday. I think I can buy nylons here in Japan.
But it would be easier if you just mailed me a few. All my nylons died. I wear black tights everyday. Sometimes when it's not freezing cold I like to have normal colored legs. Just 3 or so pairs would be good.
Before I forget, I sent your Christmas box, but it came back to me because I mailed the iPod. American rules are way strict right now.
And what else is new? So the iPod battery is potentially dangerous or something. Anyway, I don't think America is strict about what you mail out of the country. So maybe you can get John's old iPod or something and mail me that we a bunch of songs or something? I donno what else we could do. The post office worker told me if I wrote iPad that that battery would have been okay. If only I lied! Ha ha.
Mom, the picture you sent is a Facebook picture. I can't log into Facebook to see it! Ha ha, did you forget that? And Dad, is that picture of the Provo tabernacle real? It looks like it could be fake... and I wouldn't put that past you. I had Stake Conference at BYU in the tabernacle. I also sang in a choir there once (with a music director that didn't know what she was doing).
Until Christmas, well, your Christmas Eve.
Lemmon Shimai
Eikaiwa (English Conversation Class) last week. It was HUGE. We aren't quite sure why, but it was.
Heiwa. I think that's what they're called. They are normally placed in tombs to keep dead kings company, but I found this little guy in a random garden.
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