JP considered himself lucky that he wasn't among the population of physically altered mutants, though he knew that there were certain groups of people who found that sort of thing especially appealing. In some areas of South America that he'd traveled through, physical mutants often had a myriad of other notable traits that had obviously come with a past full if ignorance. Visible mutants often were maimed, scarred, or malformed due to their circumstances, and the people they were forced to live around. It had been difficult to see, but more difficult at the time that there was little that could be done for them. Most of them hadn't wanted to leave the country due to family obligations, alliances with other mutants that took the form of gangs, or simply just fear. Fear of the unknown, fear that things would be worse if they decided to leave. The Canadian couldn't blame them much. Things weren't always better elsewhere.
He didn't want to think about that too much, though. It ended up depressing him, and generally he was aware that he was already sort of a grumpy, slightly-hardened individual. Anyone he gave homework to would probably happily agree to that.
"That's how I feel about a lot of American holidays. You learn to deal with it, or at least push as much of the workload on other people. Generally taller, stronger, more Russian people." The corner of his mouth turned up, though he knew that the staff member in question was going to be gone all week as well. "Not that I don't celebrate Christmas."