A Christmas card reborn.

Bokang and Lineo are two elementary age kids that hang out on the mission because their mom works for the priest. They are your normal 6 and 9 year old kids that get into trouble, hang out with the older boarders on the mission, and like to have fun.
They are a nice distraction most days when they come to visit. Both love to draw with the crayons I leave sitting out for them. The two girls know where they put their large pieces of poster paper and the crayons. Then they get to drawing. It figures best to do an activity with them rather than give them crayons. I still can't give people much of anything here.
If it's not drawing then its goofing off, playing with the blow-up globe, or cards. Recently, however, they discovered my trash. I know this sounds disgusting and all those moms at home are getting out the hand sanitizer; squirt one, two, relief! The thing is I can't really stop them.
Yea, we do talk about hygiene; primarily when I break out the tissue and show them how to wipe away the messes under their noses. No worries parents, these kids do know to wash their hands before eating...at least I hope they remember!
Really, if these kids can find some use for the things I call trash then more power to them. I hope they are creative and keep it up. Maybe they can tell their friends too. Recycling takes many forms!
There is some regulation to it and at first I was not sure what to think. Now I will figure what the kids might like to play with and I keep it out for them. Their favorites are containers. The best worst thing they ever got, however, was a Christmas card that a certain set of parents sent me (sorry Mom and Dad but I was throwing it away/RECYCLING!).
The musical card was a huge hit, so much so I started to sense the nightmares coming on as this card became a permanent fixture. Bokang and Lineo would switch between the two of them sharing the chance to pop this card open and listen to the thirty second melody of Bing's “Holly, Jolly Christmas”. Each thirty seconds, like a switch, prompted the girls to dance, or wobble, back and forth gleefully smiling. I must say I never grew tired of their excitement for this card though I may have avoided turning a corner or two once I heard them!
In honest truth, I miss the card which just recently disappeared from the kids' collection. I haven't asked but maybe the entertainment value died. More likely someone else became annoyed with its uninterrupted play. I'm sure there aren't too many teachers in town here that could teach over such a distraction!