It was glorious. There were shepherds, a manger, baby Jesus, and angels. There were misbehaving kids, random outbursts, and a wayward sheep that kept the hour-long show hoppin’. It was everything I had hoped for.
Ellie was told to wear white because she was going to be an angel and when we arrived she slipped on her angelic pillow case with arm and head hole cutouts with the other little kids. And then spent the whole program wrestling with the garland-trimmed neck. I’m sure it was itchy and uncomfortable. Again, everything a Christmas program should be.
Ellie is one of three kids in her “Rising Three’s” class. Basically two-year-olds that aren’t old enough to be in the preschool so Mrs. Patrice just made a special class for them. That Mrs. Patrice is a good egg.
All the other kids in the program were three or four and the age difference was really
noticeable. But I think the two year olds stole the show (no biased here). Especially when a song was over and my daughter yelled out “Hey! Where’s my cookie?” in reference to the cookie reception that was to follow the show. I have never been so proud.
Although, I was also proud when she kept “accidentally” losing her halo over the edge of the stage so that she spent half the program with her butt in the air trying to grab it. We Grahams know how to entertain.
After the obligatory Christmas story, the kids got down to the fun songs (truth: most religious holiday songs can’t compete with reindeer and Santa ones). Mrs. Patrice broke out the red noses and the kids entertained us with “Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer” while my daughter Eskimo-kissed her friend Annabelle. It was presh.
(I’m loving the depressed angel on the left. I didn’t notice her during the program, but her demeanor is definitely killing the Christmas spirit.)
After the show was over, Mrs. Patrice referred to Ellie as a “jack-in-the-box performer.” And because I don’t know what that means, I’m taking it as a compliment. If it means otherwise, please keep that to yourself. Thank you.
The show was entertaining for many reasons, but one of them was because I got to see my daughter and all her personality in its full glory. That girl is a ham. It didn’t bother her one bit that there were 50+ people staring at her. She sang when she remembered to, yelled out words when she thought they were funny (and then cackled loudly), and played her tamborine with all her heart. It also became apparent that my daughter is the ringleader in her class. She was able to cause distractions and rope her classmates into the missing-halo chaos faster than you could say “Merry Christmas.” And Mrs. Patrice took it all in stride, the four year olds looked on with disdain, and the Graham and Ritter families sat proudly in our pew taking pictures every thirty seconds. It was perfect and I can’t wait until next year.