Xmas in Udon Thani

^ great jokes
Christmas is alive and well too - even if it morphed out from Saturnalia in ancient Rome or other winter solstice celebrations
Cudos to the thais for celebrating Christmas, be it commercial or not. Probably the Christmas celebrations in e.g. Riyadh are quite subdued

I shall look forward to happy Udon children at Christmas, albeit the absence of snow is a big drawback for sure
Also, it must be quite hot for the Santa Claus'es standing on every street corner like on 5th ave.

And a thought for all ......

Ian came home from work late on the week before Christmas, tired and irritated, to find his 5-year old son waiting for him at the front door.

'Daddy, may I ask you a question?' said Jack.
'Yep sure, what it is?' replied Ian rather brusquely.

'Daddy, how much do you earn in an hour?'
'That's none of your business. Why do you ask such a thing?' Ian responded angrily.

'I just need to know. Please tell me, how much do you make an hour? ' pleaded Jack.
'If you must know, Jack, I make £25 an hour,' answered his father.

'Oh, Jack replied, with his head down.
'Daddy, may I please borrow £10?' added Jack nervously.

Ian became furious, 'If the only reason you asked that is so you can borrow some money to buy a silly toy for Christmas or some other nonsense, then you march yourself straight to your room and go to bed. Think about why you are being so selfish. I don't work hard every day for such childish frivolities.'

Jack quietly went to his room and shut the door.

Ian sat down and started to get even angrier about Jack's questions. How dare he ask such questions only to get some money?

After about an hour or so, Ian had calmed down , and started to think. Maybe there was something he really needed to buy with that £10.00 and he really didn't ask for money very often The man went to the door of his son's room and opened the door.

'Are you asleep, son?' Ian asked quietly.
'No daddy, I'm awake,' replied Jack.

'I've been thinking, maybe I was too hard on you earlier,' said Ian. 'It's been a long day and I took out my aggravation on you. Here's the £10.00 you asked for.'

Jack sat straight up, smiling. 'Oh, thank you daddy,' he cried. Then, reaching under his pillow he pulled out some crumpled up notes.

Ian saw that the boy already had money, started to get angry again.

The little boy slowly counted out his money, and then looked up at his father with his large brown eyes.

'Why do you want more money if you already have some?' Ian grumbled.

'Because I didn't have enough, but now I do,' the little boy replied. 'Daddy, I have £25 now. Can I buy an hour of your time? Please come home early on Christmas Eve so I can to have dinner with you.'


Ian was crushed. He put his arms around his little son, and he begged for his forgiveness.

It's just a short reminder to all of you working so hard in life. We should not let time slip through our fingers without having spent some time with those who really matter to us, those close to our hearts.

Do remember to share that £25 worth of your time with someone you love.

stattointhailand wrote:And a thought for all ......

Ian came home from work late on the week before Christmas, tired and irritated, to find his 5-year old son waiting for him at the front door.

'Daddy, may I ask you a question?' said Jack.
'Yep sure, what it is?' replied Ian rather brusquely.

'Daddy, how much do you earn in an hour?'
'That's none of your business. Why do you ask such a thing?' Ian responded angrily.

'I just need to know. Please tell me, how much do you make an hour? ' pleaded Jack.
'If you must know, Jack, I make £25 an hour,' answered his father.

'Oh, Jack replied, with his head down.
'Daddy, may I please borrow £10?' added Jack nervously.

Ian became furious, 'If the only reason you asked that is so you can borrow some money to buy a silly toy for Christmas or some other nonsense, then you march yourself straight to your room and go to bed. Think about why you are being so selfish. I don't work hard every day for such childish frivolities.'

Jack quietly went to his room and shut the door.

Ian sat down and started to get even angrier about Jack's questions. How dare he ask such questions only to get some money?

After about an hour or so, Ian had calmed down , and started to think. Maybe there was something he really needed to buy with that £10.00 and he really didn't ask for money very often The man went to the door of his son's room and opened the door.

'Are you asleep, son?' Ian asked quietly.
'No daddy, I'm awake,' replied Jack.

'I've been thinking, maybe I was too hard on you earlier,' said Ian. 'It's been a long day and I took out my aggravation on you. Here's the £10.00 you asked for.'

Jack sat straight up, smiling. 'Oh, thank you daddy,' he cried. Then, reaching under his pillow he pulled out some crumpled up notes.

Ian saw that the boy already had money, started to get angry again.

The little boy slowly counted out his money, and then looked up at his father with his large brown eyes.

'Why do you want more money if you already have some?' Ian grumbled.

'Because I didn't have enough, but now I do,' the little boy replied. 'Daddy, I have £25 now. Can I buy an hour of your time? Please come home early on Christmas Eve so I can to have dinner with you.'


Ian was crushed. He put his arms around his little son, and he begged for his forgiveness.

It's just a short reminder to all of you working so hard in life. We should not let time slip through our fingers without having spent some time with those who really matter to us, those close to our hearts.

Do remember to share that £25 worth of your time with someone you love.

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Statto, don't forget this activity you had in mind for christmas:

by stattointhailand » December 24, 2010, 12:31 pm

Wouldn't it be nice, at this SPECIAL time of year, to get one of them vans with the loud speakers, and a copy of Bing Crosby singing "bl**dy white christmas", put it on at about 200 decibels tomorrow, and drive round to all the houses where the people live, that wake you up at 7am in the morning selling flower pots and blinds and tables and chairs etc

Should be fun.

OT...............

Thanks for reminding me OT ..... for some reason we've only been getting one or two a week lately ....... perhaps they all read the thread and are tooooooo scared to come here anymore