Yay! It’s Christmas time!
Okay, well, it’s Christmas in Yellowstone, anyway.
Let me ‘splain: we, as a group (the seasonal staff), all live together in close contact for 5-6 months, so we become pretty close. The company I work for understands this, and years ago decided to start celebrating Christmas at the end of August to acknowledge that feeling of our “summer family”.
So at this moment it’s Christmas time for us.
Have I mentioned that I love Christmas?
The best part of all this is the international kids. We have a number of kids in ones and twos from various countries (France, Poland, Ukraine, Moldova, etc…), but we also have two big groups.
The first is a group of eight from the Dominican Republic. When they first got here, they were energetic, boisterous and loud. Frankly, I didn’t know what to make of them. Now, they’re still energetic, boisterous and loud…and I love ‘em. They’ve brought such a different perspective, and so much fun and life, that you can’t help but smile.
Of course, it doesn’t hurt that they all (well, all but one) work their asses off. Every single day they are coming to me and asking for overtime. No matter what job I give them – whether it’s something okay like stocking shelves or something (literally) shitty like cleaning bathrooms – they do it both quickly and well.
The other group, of fifteen(ish), are from Taiwan. Oh Lord, these are the cutest “kids” in the world (all are college grads, so kids they ain’t). Their enthusiasm knows no bounds. Every day-off, they get out on the street and hitchhike around the park to the various sights. Every day at work they are the happiest, friendliest people in the place*.
Last night, after work, I wanted to unwind a bit, so I went upstairs to the front of the store to sit and look at the stars (in spite of the cold). What was waiting for me up there? The entire group of Taiwanese kids practicing the Christmas routine they are planning to do at our Christmas party.
It was the most adorable thing in the world. You haven’t lived until you’ve heard “Jingle Bells” in a mix of English and Mandarin.
*I’ve spent a pretty significant amount of time abroad. I’m good at languages, and can usually learn enough to get by even when I don’t originally know the local language. But, with the exception of Japan, never have I been to places where English was not at least a somewhat common option. I am beyond impressed at the English skills of these Taiwanese kids, and at their ability to so totally immerse themselves in a culture and language completely alien to them.
I know this is kind of a choppy, stream-of-consciousness post, but if you’ll excuse me…I have presents to wrap: Santa Claus is comin’ to town!