In the courtyard in front of the enormous capital building of New Taipei I sat down to watch the show provided by a giant Christmas tree made of pure light. Holiday music poured out of a very nice sound system. Good bass tones. Good mids. Rich and crisp. Images of Christmas joy wound around the tree up to the top in time with the music. It paused on an image of Santa Claus giving the "rock and roll" hand sign. I started thinking about home. That's about when it happened. I suddenly craved a hamburger that tasted like a hamburger. I craved the salty, vaguely cardboard-like flavor of fast food French fries. I needed a coke. And it was all Santa's fault. Christmas made me homesick. McDonald's filled the void.
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