Peculiar American Holidays
My relative posted on Facebook this morning about trying to explain Groundhog Day to her new neighbors who moved here from Finland. When you begin with "Well, we coax a rodent out of a hole in the ground . . . ." and receive in return incredulous stares, I'd think you'd pretty much give up.
But all too soon, this very Sunday, in fact, you'd find yourselves saying something like, "Well, the game itself isn't that interesting, but wait until you see the commercials!" Enough to send Emilia and Matias right back to Helsinki.