Despite the fact roughly half the population of Korea is Christian (a result of the heavy American presence in Korea since the Korean War), Christmas is in no way as big of a deal in Seoul as it is in the US. Christmas is actually more of a Valentine’s Day-like couple’s holiday than the day of presents, family, and food that comes every December 25 in America. I tend to enjoy Christmas. I like the tacky decorations, lights, and just overall positive outlook on life that comes around at the end of every year. Since Seoul seems to be missing almost everything that makes American Christmas great, I decided to do something to put me in a festive mood: I celebrated winter by going skiing in Pyeongchang, the future host of the 2018 Winter Olympics.
The day before my ski trip, my work had its office holiday party at a restaurant down the street from the school. Korea has a gigantic drinking culture and work parties over here have a reputation of being completely drunken affairs where managers are literally pouring shots down the throats of their employees. This was my first office party in Korea and I found that everything I had heard was 100% true. The entire time I’ve been at YBM ECC my manager has said maybe four sentences to me, despite the fact that I teach both her children. At the office party I coincidentally grabbed the seat at dinner next to her and about 10 minutes into the meal she was pouring shots of soju for everyone around her. Soon she learned that this party just so happened to fall on my birthday. When she made this discovery she was giving me extra shots. There’s a very strict order of respect in Korea that means it is considered rude to turn away a drink from a superior. By the end of the night I was eating as much rice as I could, trying to coat my stomach with something to soak up the alcohol as well as keeping my mouth occupied whenever the manager looked at me, hoping this might deter her from giving me another drink.
The next morning, I was up bright and early to catch a 7:30 bus and I was as hungover as I had ever been in my life. I met a couple of friends that morning and got on the bus. The ride from Seoul to Pyeongchang took about three hours. After about an hour of getting all the gear rented and ready, we were on the slopes. This was only the second time in my entire life I had been skiing and the first time was definitely not at an Olympic-worthy ski resort. The instant I got off the gondola and attempted to slide away I knew that professional skiing was probably not going to be a future career-path of mine. I spent more time falling than I did skiing and my hips felt like one of the titans in Ancient Greece had spent some time wreaking havoc on them. By the end of the day I had somewhat gotten the hang of turning and slowing down and, although I did ski into a bush, I managed to not pull a Sonny Bono.
Even though Christmas in Korea is nothing like it is back home, I was pleased with the way it turned out. I had no Christmas tree, my presents from home ended up getting to Korea a few weeks beforehand, and there was much more forced alcohol consumption in a workplace environment than I had ever imagined experiencing. Despite these significant differences, my Christmas in Korea was not as entirely unlike the festivities I know in America. Mariah Carey’s All I Want For Christmas is You was just as ubiquitous in Seoul as it is every December in the US, and in the end that song is really what Christmas is all about anyway.