At exactly 9:30 my grandchildrens nursery school was about to give their Christmas Concert. The parrish Hall was filled with expectant parents,cameras ready,some with little babies in baby carriers,waiting to see their little ones perform.
My daughter,sick with the flu,had dragged herself,along with her husband to see her little ones perform. soon they marched in,single file,the older kids(the "crickets) wore white shirts and dark pants and little red bowties,the littler ones dressed in Christmas finery. Annika,the youngest kid in the school,age 2,sat in her teacher Scott's lap,looking rouand with a bewildered look at all the parents,until she spotted her mommy and daddy and gramma.Then she tried to wiggle out of Scott's lap,but he held her fast.
the singing began,off key,of course,them having no accompanist,until father Tom later did some songs on his guitar.Each kid had a set of jingle bells.Annie would intermittantly shake hers and then look bewilderedly(is that a word?) around the room.
Will was one of the "big kids,a "cricket" and he stood proudly singing every song. Meg,my daughter,was busy taking movies.
Father Tom sang "Im getting nothing for Christmas" with the parents lustily chiming in!
I marvelled at their innocence,as they stood there singing,some of them crying,scared with all the people in the room.And I wondered if some of them would grow up to be singers,or what direction their little lives would take.
I also thanked Godprofusely,for the wonderful mom my dughter is,having broken the chain of abuse that I suffered,but was able to break for my own kids,despite the obstacles present in my life at that time.
And I too,was grateful for the close proximity to my grandkids,living in the town right next to me,giving me the gift of their childhood.
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