Little Guy Makes an Entrance

I've just come back from the Little Guy's Holiday Concert. As I mentioned a few posts ago, the kids go to a non-religious school and the great thing is this concert literally covers every celebration at this time of year. His class sang a song in Spanish which I think mentioned riding to Bethlehem on a donkey. There was a traditional English song about "wassailing"; the teacher told the parents that it used to be a traditional for people to give carollers a "hot drink" when they came around singing. Hot drink my foot. I busted that "hot drink" wide open - it was probably mulled wine at the very least. So in fact, the innocent little seven year olds were singing about going door to door and cadging free drinks.

We had the usual array of kids who were more intent on finding their parents in the audience than actually joining in. One of these days they'll come so far to the edge of the stage there'll be an "incident". At one point during my son's song, about four kids all burst out laughing in the general direction of one of the music teachers. I never did find out what happened.

Little Guy came on the stage strutting like a gangsta; spiffy new trousers, white shirt and plaid waistcoat/vest. Unfortunately he can't stand having anything tucked in so the shirt was half way down to his knees and the waistcoat/vest was worn such that his overall appearance was more like a Rat Packer after a night on the town than a sweet little boy at Christmas. I think he was just trying to make an entrance. Unfortunately he had his laminated paper crown rammed so far down on his head that all we could see were his mouth and ears. I would recognise those ears anywhere however so I was able to zoom in with the camcorder just before the battery died.  (It had been charging all night so I think it's time for a new one.)

Later today I have to go back in with a few "Christian" mothers (cough, cough) to talk about Christmas. While searching for a nativity story that would be under two minutes in the telling, I decided to test it on Little Guy. He was quite interested, especially as this was probably the first time he'd heard it. "Oh so that's why we get presents", he marvelled, having just finished the bit about the Three Kings bringing gifts. "I wondered why you were being so nice to me". ('Cause I usually beat him and verbally abuse him of course.)

I elected to share an English tradition, (always goes down well, especially if I talk like the Queen), so offered to bring Christmas crackers in. Have you seen the price of those things? And you know there's going to be some serious whining when the kids see the plastic tat that they get with the paper hat. I'll just be glad if no one gets burnt when the strip of paper that's supposed to go bang malfunctions as it usually does.

I will report back.

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