As a kid, I always knew holiday season was underway when boxes of clementine tangerines started to arrive at the house. I'm talking big, big crates. And Fuyu persimmons. And the ubiquitous Korean apple-pears. Big tins of popcorn? Pshaw. Nothing says Christmas like seasonal fruit bought in bulk. (But I'll take the popcorn too, I like to mix the caramel and cheese together, yummy.)
I took it all for granted. Not just the foods, but the scale in which we celebrated with them. Being in a large family (four kids). And being in an all-Korean family. Hell, even if no one else was coming over, I'd be guaranteed to spend the day with five other Korean people and lots of food. It was a party unto itself. How everything was so bountiful, and the Koreanness of it all literally just surrounded you.
These days, our Christmases are fairly un-Korean. I don't even see Koreans at Christmas because my family does not get together anymore.