There’s nothing like the annual Christmas play in elementary school. Today I got to watch a practice. How marvelous to see children be children. I tried to imagine adults doing all the cool stuff I witnessed. Sometimes the imagining was a stretch.
One young lady has perfected “Bah humbug!” It wasn’t just her face, which was a contorted mask of fury. Her whole body got into the act, crouching down in a spasm of scowl. I just had to applaud. Sure wouldn’t want to meet her in a dark alley.
Three elves, two girls and a boy, were doing their conversational thing. The fellow kept extending his ball of greenery towards the nearest girl. Mistletoe! She cringed and backed away from him, fending off the offending amour with her arms. Then he did it again … and so did she! Ahh, the battle of the sexes.
And soon there were grandma and grandpa, expecting holiday mail. At the end of the scene, the darling couple exited the stage with their twin canes, slow and bent over as I hope I never am. (Good luck on that, Bruce) How strange to see 10-year-olds hobbling along in pain. My brain just couldn’t make sense of it. Good acting.
Next was the mailman, striding onto a long white box which doubled as a slippery sidewalk. Down she went in a heap, slip-sliding away. Letters and presents tumbled every whichway. Pure slapstick fun.
Also, what would a Christmas play be without reindeer? Eight of them lined up on the box, with antler heads proudly displayed. Arms were flying in the air and mouths bellowed the good and bad. What a motley crew … and immensely lovable too. You should have seen them all hopping off at the end.
My favourite moment was when a young girl was pleading with someone – I think the mailman. Hands in prayer position … imploring, begging. So good. Soon to be followed by another girl, crying her eyes out, in the best tradition of drama. Angst always gets me.
I smiled a lot
And I wished that more than a few of those kids were mine
Maybe next lifetime