The streets strewn with little red ripped shreds, left over from firecrackers. Empty canisters of fireworks at every corner, different shapes and colors indicating the variety. And the fireworks themselves, in a city not banned from lightening them, bring color to the sky in loud booms and whistles. Where one stops, another starts. It's to be expected in a city with a population of 23 million.

Inside, families gather together to share food and talk, as new members are introduced or those come to visit from another country are welcomed back. Children are given red bags, which they graciously receive, all the while behind sweetly smiling faves are already scheming what to buy. a majong table to the side is often full, while children imitate the adults betting peanuts as they play at Big Two.

But all are seated when the food is ready, around round tables with little elbow space. Dishes are piled onto the table, with no less than two dozen at the very least. The talk gets louder, as the rice wine flows freely, and laughter resounds through the small room after every story.

Well at least that's how Chinese New Year is celebrated in my family.



A/N: Another post which i wrote awhile back but then again better late than nothing right?