Twenty-Sixth Drop: New Year's Day, the Russian way!
As we enter the new year, I wish to give the entire City a wish of peace and joy as January begins. In Russia, my homeland, New Year's Day is a large celebration, since the national leaders forbade religion. With no Christmas, New Year's Day grew to epic proportions, complete with Father Frost -- not quite Santa Claus, but a wintry old man who is appeased with rhymes around a sweets-decorated tree -- and the giving of gifts. I would like to extend a little of that to you.
For those of you who didn't celebrate Christmas, or who may also be from a similarly structured nation, I will be trying my hand at some food preparation at Penny's Welcome Center. (Penny, you of course are not obligated to help! I simply need your kitchen.) Except it has been ages since I cooked...alas. Whether or not you try any, you are nonetheless welcome to gather, as we celebrate the start of a new year here in our new -- temporary, but new -- home.
And, Major Raikov, if you fail to come out of your room for this, I will personally carry you out by your belt. Are there any other Russian citizens here? Solidarity benefits all, you know.
For those of you who didn't celebrate Christmas, or who may also be from a similarly structured nation, I will be trying my hand at some food preparation at Penny's Welcome Center. (Penny, you of course are not obligated to help! I simply need your kitchen.) Except it has been ages since I cooked...alas. Whether or not you try any, you are nonetheless welcome to gather, as we celebrate the start of a new year here in our new -- temporary, but new -- home.
And, Major Raikov, if you fail to come out of your room for this, I will personally carry you out by your belt. Are there any other Russian citizens here? Solidarity benefits all, you know.