Decking the Halls

As much as they would want to “enjoy” the holidays or “feel” the seasonal spirit filling up the place, they still had a thing to do: getting all the decorations for Christmas placed around the place, so the customers… yeah, customers, they would still be working around for the holiday season though well past Thanksgiving. They needed some hard-earned cash for stuff they genuinely want, not this pretend-celebration of which they barely cared. So yeah, the customers would be somewhat touched and they should be quickly going back to their positions as always, after just a simple inconvenience that the manager claimed to be “enjoyable” or with “seasonal spirit”.
Since the decorations came by limited boxes and batches they needed to make the most out of those, without wasting any. At the middle of all those, a staff revealed one unlike the other: instead of the usual carton paper with the description printed in black ink, this was redundantly wrapped in red and white polka dots, with only the words “Christmas Spirit” on it.
For anything suspicious, of course, he was to inform the manager. “Sorry manager, but there is a box I've just found that would not be opened. That was suspicious-looking enough.” The manager, not expecting an extra box, rebuffed, “if I had not misremembered, there was no wrapped box. All boxes should be carton boxes, and I have personally checked the catalogue for the boxes.” But how much would an employee lie on this trifle matter? So, the manager decided, “I am not distrusting your words - let us go to the storage for proof.”
Not surprisingly, the box was still there, waiting for someone to unpack. “'Christmas Spirit’. Intriguing, keep this as it is and I will return this box to the supplier.” Before they close the door behind them, the box cover was ruptured by itself, popping something into the air. Something of a slightly perfume-like tint and beginning to spread into everything before their eyes - the storage full of merchandise morphed into one full of gifts. Gifts? And the air was exiting the room, almost invisible. “Leave the room, keep off the storage,” the manager instructed, but no sooner than they could walk, the “spirit” enveloped their body, exchanging the usual uniforms and shirts for red-and-white dresses and exposing much of the decolored and hairless skin.
By the time they returned to their original spot in the store, all the employees had been whole transformed into Christmas girls, still working with the decoration. Everything under the Christmas Spirit, more and more decorations manifested themselves into the view. And the girls were more cheerful than ever - there was the seasonal spirit controlling them and making the store a enjoyable place!

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