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Tuesday, December 13, 2016

YEAR IN REVIEW: CHINESE NEW YEAR 2/14/2016

This year was the year of the monkey and the Philadelphia celebration was on 2/14/2016. Mom, dad, and I were all going to go for the celebrations, but since the day was below zero, I was the only one to venture to the celebrations. I'm glad I did!

I started my day at Sanrio, bought some stickers and ribbons for my jellyfish costume for the polar plunge that was the next weekend. Going into Sanrio brought back many wonderful memories from Middle School. I've always loved Sanrio.

The parade was loud and although it was below freezing, with all the movement, I was sweating. I was almost deaf by the end of the festivities.

I met a guy that showed me where I could get a good duck dish. We took a selfie together before we parted. He was gracious about that.
















































































































































I pour the tea as the drums echo—
dum, the porcelain vessel warms my hands,
into the tea cup as the Dancing Lions go—
I pour the tea as the drums echo.
It warms my throat as it goes slow
like the lions waiting for the red bands;
I pour the tea as the drums echo:
dum, crash—porcelain vessel warms my hands.


Wherever you are, go into the raging crowd,
with a devil's mask, are you evil that lurks?
Dance along with the cabbage and firework shrouds.

Though the dancing lions are merry and loud,
because their fast hypnotic swaying and twerks,
wherever you are, go into the raging crowd.

Men, women, children feed the lions all money allowed,
their tithes for a year of good fortune, you smirk;
dance along with the cabbage and firework shrouds.

Young girls cry when you sneak behind, revenge avowed,
by boys and guys, their parents shrug and shirk—
wherever you are, go into the raging crowd!

Loud bangs and drums let off dizzying smoke clouds,
the oranges and lemons thrown leave beautiful artwork,
dance along with the cabbage and firework shrouds.

Now you steal my beloved Baymax plush and bowed,
posing for a picture, I begin to laugh in the murk.
Wherever you are, go into the raging crowd,
dance along with the cabbage and firework shrouds.

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