Ah, the smell of Christmas in Temple Valley! It's the smell of chicken, mostly fried, sometimes roasted. Cut up into eighths, quarters, or served nearly whole, the poultry is consumed wholeheartedly on this day by practically every living soul in this valley and the rest of the country beyond.
Who do the poor birds have to thank for this "fowl" holiday? None other than their arch-nemesis, Colonel Sanders of Kentucky, a.k.a. "Sanders Claus."
Wonder how "Colonel Sanders became Father Christmas in Japan"? Head on over to Talking Points Memo and have your fill of some food for thought. It's definitely not a story for the birds though.
More joyful Xmas reading:Christmas Present