What to do on Christmas Eve in Singapore?

It's 11:23 a.m., we've just wolfed down our scrambled eggs and toast, and now find ourselves asking each other, Now what? It's Christmas Eve. We've gotta do something. A few options that immediately come to mind ...

We could pretend we're in Seattle. And by that I mean grab our umbrellas and take a walk in the rain.
Looks like an all-day affair
out there.

We could buy some booze. Our friends Adam and Millie are throwing a Christmas Day bash tomorrow and it ain't gonna be dry.

We could count the many Christmas presents under our giant Christmas 'tree' -- a tropical plant we bought at IKEA and have decorated with some gold stars. Gorgeous.

We could Skype with family back home. It can be especially entertaining when my bro decides to shove two-week-old Liam into the Skype cam and he ain't havin' it.

We could try to score tickets to
Jim Carrey's A Christmas Carol. But tough task: Singaporeans love their movies, lah!

We could drill holes in the wall and mount a shelf we've been meaning to mount for, oh, five months. Boooooooring.

Or we could make Snickerdoodles and watch The Santa Clause. Oh wait, we did that yesterday. Sonnuva ...

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