
Ummm... Santa?
I was actually in a setting similar to this once. I was part of a gospel choir in Japan and we had a concert at what turned out to be a Christian missionary church in a remote part of the city. It was near Christmas, and we somehow found ourselves hanging multi-colored paper chains while this weird Australian woman asked me if I was witnessing to the other members of the choir. After our concert a line formed around me, but rather than queueing for a conga line with Santa (damn!), the hubbub was for everyone's favorite game from when recess was cancelled: telephone. This was conducted in Japanese, mind you, and I think I ended up insulting the Christians by accidently refering to Jesus as the "son of a pig." Unfortunately, I don't remember Santa being involved, but perhaps that year he was recovering from his implant surgery.



