Christmas joy
Tonight saw us at the school Christmas concert, having been at the nursery Nativity play last week.
It's that time of year, when little children ingratiate themselves into the souls of the massed band of parents, grandparents, assorted relatives and a few strange strangers.
The concerts were a triumph with the children playing musical instruments and singing their little hearts out as they hit every note, often in the right order; and recited their lines and did their little piece of acting/moving/participating at or near the right time.
The happiness on the face of the children to see their families, having come to see them perform, was tangible and worth every moment perched uncomfortably on undersized chairs and squashed worse than a budget airline flight.
The happiness on the faces of the proud parents and families as the concert ended was also tangible, as the realisation that it was only 365 days until the next performance.
It's that time of year, when little children ingratiate themselves into the souls of the massed band of parents, grandparents, assorted relatives and a few strange strangers.
The concerts were a triumph with the children playing musical instruments and singing their little hearts out as they hit every note, often in the right order; and recited their lines and did their little piece of acting/moving/participating at or near the right time.
The happiness on the face of the children to see their families, having come to see them perform, was tangible and worth every moment perched uncomfortably on undersized chairs and squashed worse than a budget airline flight.
The happiness on the faces of the proud parents and families as the concert ended was also tangible, as the realisation that it was only 365 days until the next performance.
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