Chapter 77

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The next morning, the Tsuchino family went more American. They opened gifts wrapped in Santa and Rudolph paper, drank peppermint hot cocoa, and listened to Bing Crosby warble “White Christmas”—a very Kyoko-san Christmas. She got her way sometimes. December twenty-fifth was becoming increasingly celebrated as a holiday all over the country, with outdoor lights, Santa Claus, and nativity scenes, despite the fact that most Japanese households remained Shinto or Buddhist. The Tsuchino household had a crèche, presumably for Tom Alan, who wouldn’t know what religion he was if you asked him. It sat right beside the decorated pine tree in their living room, with all sorts of wrapped gifts beneath it