I went to a Christmas party last night and learned that everyone isn't the same as me. Whaddaya know?
We played Christmas charades. I think I was the only Christian on Team Ebeneezer, because my teammates had a hard time acting out and guessing some of the more traditional songs. I couldn't believe it when one British guy didn't know "Hark, the Herald Angels Sing."
I had a great Christmas week. Kristy bought us each a stocking, which we hung by the bookshelf with care. We did Secret Santa and tried our best to be sneaky.
Sunday night was candlelight, carols, mulled wine, and mincemeat pies at church.
On Tuesday, classes were shortened to 15 minutes long because a group of traditional Chinese dancers came to perform at school.
Thursday we had three peformances of the Christmas show. A group of students from another school came and acted out a story of a lame lamb who gave his wool to baby Jesus. The farang teachers sang "Go Tell it on the Mountain," "Angels We Have Heard on High," and "We Wish You a Merry Christmas" with a choir of our students.
We woke up early Friday morning and gathered in Kristy's room under her Christmas tree to drink hot chocolate and open presents. Later, we cooked makeshift Christmas lunch in the office microwave. Instant mashed potatoes and microwave stuffing are surprisingly tasty.
It didn't feel much like Christmas without cold weather, sweaters, and family, but it was still a festive week.
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