Yesterday was my birthday. I'm 29 again. My birthday didn't start out so well. I was in charge of the schoolwide Christmas sing. This is where each grade level sings a Christmas song for the rest of the school. I had spent the last month and a half teaching various Christmas songs to all of the grade levels. The Christmas sing was going along quite well at first. All of the grades did well, even the 6th graders pulled it off. The 6th grade students really hated their song and had a hard time being serious while practicing. I guess with the hundred or so parents there, they decided to do it right.
The downfall of the Christmas sing started when Santa came in. After he took over the job of leading the music, he told us that all of the teachers would be called up to sit on his lap. He started with the Kindergarten teachers and was working his way up. He made sure that he spend about 3 to 5 minutes with each teacher. I could tell that some of the larger teachers, those over 250 pounds, were a little nervous to sit on his lap. As each teacher made their way up to Santa, he would ask if they were naughty or nice and what they had done throughout the year. He asked them if their class was well behaved. He ended by asking the teachers what they would like for Christmas.
After about 15 minutes the kindergarten and first grade teachers. Unfortunately so were done the 6th graders. I think that it was a combination of the male teachers not wanting to sit on Santa's lap and the 6th grade students not being able to sit still any longer. After the 6th grade got up and left while the 2nd grade teachers were sitting on Santa's lap, the kindergarten classes left. Seeing that 2 grade levels had already left, the first grade decided to leave as well, followed by the 3rd graders. We had planned a few more Christmas songs like Deck the Halls as they walked back to class, but that didn't happen. I had to leave because I had 3rd graders sitting in there waiting for me.
Next year I will be much wiser and we will not have teachers sit on Santa's lap. I will also set up the stage with chairs for parents. We never invite the parents because there isn't enough room, but they come anyway. I might as well make sure that they are happy.
After I got home from school, I wrapped present until Marty came home. We went out to dinner at Carabba's. When we got home I was greeted with a surprise party! The house was decorated in princess balloons and streamers. I had a wonderful cake, and lots of great presents. It was lots of fun and it meant a lot to me. I had no idea that my children were planning this. They had been planning and plotting for about 2 weeks.
It was a great way to help me forget that Santa ruined the Christmas sing.
3 comments:
It sounds weird to say that Santa ruined Christmas. I am glad you ended up having a great 29th birthday party. If we turn 29 enough times eventually our kids are old enough to do it up right. You have amazing kids! I was just thinking how much I am going to miss them during Kwanza this year. Remember how much fun we had last year?
Happy birthday! Also, I wish you a happy Kwanzaa. Good luck planning your speech this year...I am still writing mine.
Mother.... I have some good news for you.... fist off. Mowgli now knows how to sit on command and fetch on command. He is a pro at sitting!!! and last but not least... I cut up my credit cards!!!!! all but two! (the ones i need most) but the other ones are no longer cards, they are just little pieces. I took your advice. It was a big step... but i was calculating all my debt, and I was confused that it was getting bigger... by my cards that I "put away" I put them by my computer... stupid mistake, they were within arms reach whenever i wanted to purchase something online.... now they are in the same box but in tiny pieces. I felt the need to tell you this... Ha right now mowgli is having a dream on my lap, his legs are twitching. This is a very long comment, I should have just written an email. I love you! thanks for everything on Christmas... the dinner, the presents and the drive home! I love you!
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