Oh, the good old hockey game, is the best game you can name
And the best game you can name, is the good old hockey game...
You know - that time of year when we parents cram ourselves into pint sized chairs in a school gymnasium and watch our offspring sing, dance and entertain their way through an evening of songs and skits.
Even the most cynical have to admit that despite muffled voices, serious faces, the odd case of stage fright, and the helpful whispers of teachers from the wings, school concert nights are delightful. There is unbridled innocence and exhuberance about the younger grades and the older grades manage to infuse Christmas meaning into their rap performance leaving you believing there is hope for the future.
Here are the apples which fall from the tree...
We took the kids' great-grandmother with us, and she loved every moment of it. She waved at all the children on stage, and many of them waved back. She clapped with the music, before the music, after the music, and sporadically during the music, and often, some of those sitting around her would clap too as if in support. She had a wonderful evening.
Yee haw, do-ci-do...it's a cowboy Christmas
(doesn't he look happy?)
We are lucky at our school to have a marvelous band, and the quality of the music was one of the highlights of the evening.
And at the end of the concert, we were able to say with pride, Bravo!
Until next year.
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