An Emmanuel Christmas

This afternoon was the BIG SHOW! at preschool. While Harry had explained to his parents that there would be Christmas songs, he was adamant that he wouldn't be singing "because I don't want to mommy." OK.

So my instructions to Harry on the way to school were simple. "Two things to remember Harry," I said. "Have a lot of fun. And don't put your fingers up your nose." "I'm going to put both my fingers up my nose," giggled harry. OK.

So at 11 a.m. I went back to school with Roxana and Charlotte. We took our seats, a couple cookies and waited. Despite Harry's warnings, we were not disappointed. My little musician (top, far left) kept a steady eye on the conductor, waiting for his cue to use his rhythm sticks (I'm so proud!), you can almost see the tympani before him (imagine with me please). While the kids from the 4 and 5s class did most of the singing, Harry was the picture of decorum, clapping, smiling and calling out to his sister in the back row "hi Charlotte!" even though I'm sure he and the other children were admonished to remain mum. Most of the kids were giving shout-outs to their parents. It was precious.

Note to self...next year, don't arrive a mere half hour early. If you want a seat in the front row, best to camp-out overnight.