We enter the mall in Shanghai
The doors slide open. warm air. bright lights.
It is December 24 But no snow on sight.
Red decorations hang from the ceiling. plastic trees gold balls in threes soft music but not in English
People moved fast like there was some rush bags in their hands all doing some errands
I touch a sweater then another one
The fabric is soft or maybe just okay The mirrors showed a dress as white as snow
My feet got tired before my eyes do. There's so many things to do.
Sales signs are everywhere numbers, colors, languages mixed together.
I heard “Jingle Bells” but I did not understand The rhythm was familiar that I understand.
We stopped to look again. Things never stayed the same.
I hold a jacket in my hand and imagine wearing it fun.
By the time we leave, the bags are heavier I don't want to leave. Everything is nicer.
The night is still busy lights blinking like it is celebrating
Christmas in China is different than what I know. It's different even without snow.
But it still feels special in a quiet way. It still feels special even if it's this way.
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