That a random idea, executed with enough confidence, can become a national custom. The Japanese didn’t start eating KFC on Christmas because of a craving—they started because someone told them it was a tradition, and they ran with it. It’s a beautiful reminder that culture is often just a shared joke we all agree to keep telling.
Now, every December, I text Yuki back: “Save me a thigh.” And I mean it. Because when in Tokyo, you don’t fight tradition—you just order the special Christmas cake and thank Colonel Sanders for inventing the holiday. Merry KFC-mas, everyone.
