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Xin nian kuai le

Happy Lunar New Year! We had a wonderful little celebration at school. One of our families is Korean and they celebrate Lunar New Year in a traditional fashion. To share that celebration with us, Emily (Mom) and Sue (child) brought this fabulous children's picture book.


"A New Year, a new day, a new morning.
New clothes.
We start the year with new things.
New things, for the year-older me."
---Hyun-Joo Bae, New Clothes for New Year's Day

I read it aloud to the children, while Emily dressed Sue in her New Year's clothes. Sue is a quiet child who doesn't like to be the center of attention.


Sue makes herself as small as possible beside Emily.


The box holding Sue's New Year's clothes. I was particularly fascinated with the shoes.


Sue was very brave to sit in front of the class and show her beautiful and lucky traditional clothing.


Just as beautiful from the back.


Apparently I wasn't the only one fascinated with the shoes.

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Anonymous said…
Beautiful post. Thanks Anita for the suggestion. I especially love the final photo, of the little boy with the shoe....

Jo-Anne
10:44 AM
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