Last Christmas I wrote about the joys or otherwise of the school nativity play, and [...]
The Nativity PlayCreated by Lisa in Blogs, Jane Lawson's Blog
Three words which strike joy, terror or even fury into the hearts of many a teacher – and many a parent and grandparent.
In staffrooms all over the country ernest discussions, which rapidly become quietly desperate, take place at the beginning of November. Great questions have to be answered. Who is going to organise it? Who is is going to play the piano, or at least operate the CD machine? Who will sort out the costumes? How many parents and relations can we fit into the Hall? How many performances will there be? And, WHAT WILL HAPPEN TO THE REST OF THE CURRICULUM?
Eventually these weighty matters will be resolved and some sort of compromise reached. The teacher with the longest term of service will remind the youngsters in their twenties that this or that brilliant suggestion was done in 1992 and that those children are now the parents of the present set of pupils. And the young enthusiasts will sigh and scour the Internet or even write their own version and then rehearsals will begin.
Plain sailing you might think. Not a bit of it. There will be very cross parents who are aggrieved that their previous daughter isn’t playing Mary or an Angel. Someone will discover that the manger has been used as part of a special display which must now be dismantled, the piano needs tuning, the children are mysteriously much bigger than they were when the original set of costumes were made and new ones are needed. The top reader will go sick with a nasty tummy bug, and, in the middle of the dress rehearsal the fire alarm will go off.
Eventually, inevitably, the big day arrives. Parents are squashed onto tiny seats, grandparents are upset because there isn’t sufficient space to allow them to attend, three Dads are cross because they have been told that only one official video camera will be allowed from which copies can be bought, three parents are late and someone’s baby starts to howl and Mum is angry at being asked to take it outside the hall.
And the Performance begins.
It is wonderful. The children are ALL angelic. Mums shed tears and even tough old Dads sniff a bit. The choir sing beautifully, the costumes are a miracle and the true message and spirit of Christmas triumphs again.