Christmas children
A Christmas three-year-old with matching dollNothing can compare to the delight in a small child’s face when faced with the joys of Christmas. All is magical and wondrous, and their eyes grow rounder and brighter as each new glory unfolds before them.
They retain that innocence throughout their pre-school and Infant school years, from the ages of two until seven. As they lisp their way through whichever version of a Christmas story they are telling in their concert, wise adult eyes grow moist. Even their teachers, who have guided and drilled them through their words and songs, often find themselves unexpectedly moved by the unworldliness of small humans who have not lived on this earth for long.
Nonetheless, there are moments of unforeseen hilarity. Mary, struggling up a slope, slides backwards, and Joseph gives her a hearty shove. The Three Kings/Wise Men, always misplaced in the Nativity, fling their gifts at the little family with a grunted blessing and hurry away to the back of the stage. The shepherds try to herd their sheep, who are in some cases much bigger than them, and the donkey’s headdress keeps slipping over his eyes. The cattle have got colds and keep wiping their noses and Mary is trying to look like a caring little mother while unceremoniously thumping the baby (doll) into the crib. The Angel Gabriel appears amidst a host of angels and one of the angels has an enormous, homemade pair of ungainly wings which threaten to make her overbalance, if they haven’t already put out a smaller child’s eyes.
The words of the carols are sometimes not explained, so children happily sing nonsense, like ‘highly flavoured lady,’ and ‘stay by my side until morning is night,’ and ‘poor as I yam,’ that last one heard even among recordings of the exalted King’s College choir.
Almost without fail, the children will search the audience for their parent or grandparent or aunt or big brother, and will wave to them, even though they have been told repeatedly not to. There is usually at least one child who hasn’t got a family member attending, and it’s so sad to see their distress growing as their lips tremble and tears spring to their eyes.
Among the very youngest children, there will often be one or two who will be overcome by the occasion and burst into tears or wet themselves – sometimes both at the same time – or simply refuse to go onto the stage with the rest of the ‘cast.’ The solemnity of the occasion will be lost on many, who will proceed to chat, pinch, adjust their neighbour’s costume and ignore all warning glares from supervising adults.
Some children sing with gusto. The following clip is one I have shared before which never fails to make me laugh. The older children can be seen trying valiantly to maintain the ‘glory’ of the moment, while the younger ones are torn between admiration and astonishment.
By the time term ends, the children will have ‘done’ Christmas multiple times and their excitement will know no bounds. Overtired, over-stimulated, they are prey to all the bugs around and frequently fall victim to coughs, colds, sore throats, diarrhoea and vomiting and will be in no fit state to enjoy the actual festival.
All too soon, the greatly anticipated ‘most wonderful time of the year,’ as the song informs us, is over. New Year celebrations are understated, unless you’re a Scot enjoying Hogmanay, and at the very beginning of January, the spring term starts.
The small, exhausted children, having had very little time to appreciate their new toys, or catch up on their sleep, are chivvied back to school, where they are reacquainted with their equally tired teachers, and life continues. The term of generously shared illnesses proceeds apace, worried parents telling each other that it’s important for their offspring to undergo these ailments in order to build their immune systems, and so they do.
The wheel of the year turns, and all too soon, Easter eggs and rabbits and other chocolatey delights cram the shelves of shops, at just the right height to attract children. Amidst all this, at school, the children learn about ‘Cheesus’ and try to absorb the meaning of new life. After all, they are still very new themselves.
The three year old with her matching dolly are very sweet. And the girl in the video has quite a remarkable voice, she may grow up to be a singer.
ReplyDeleteChristmas here is in the summer, so the kids have seven weeks of holidays to play with new toys and get over the Christmas excitement before heading back to school.
Children need time to get over the excitement. Seven weeks sounds about right.
DeleteBeautifully written, the picture is so charming (someone you know?), and the video clip is priceless. Thank you for a much needed laugh.
ReplyDeleteThe little girl is my youngest daughter, many years ago. My mother made her dress and pinafore and her little matching doll.
DeleteLovely. Children really do make the season. It's lovely to see the excitement and joy on their faces and their innocence in believing in the magical. We seem to lose so much of that as we grow older.
ReplyDeleteInnocence passes, sadly, with experience, but we can appreciate it in little ones.
DeleteAh, school Christmas pageants - those were the days!
ReplyDeleteI always loved being involved in them.
DeleteOh my goodness! That video was hilarious! Thank you for sharing it.
ReplyDeleteIt's glorious, isn't it?
DeleteOh my that took me back! I’ve done many Christmas productions with primary school children. However, one year we decided to do ‘The Twelve Days of Christmas’, instead of a nativity. We shared the days between us ( it was the infants) and duly planned our appropriate days/ costumes etc etc. But when the big day came, there were so many children off sick that my class ended up presenting ‘Two gold rings’, ‘Six drummers drumming’ ..and you get the gist…it was hilarious..but nevertheless, enjoyable! 😁
ReplyDeleteTeachers learn to 'make do and mend' and think on their feet - it's fun!
DeleteI am so pleased I am no longer invited to school concerts and other performances.
ReplyDeleteAww, Mr Scrooge! It's not most men's cup of tea, I do agree.
DeleteThat was hilarious. Christmas isn't Christmas without enjoying similar Oscar winning performances.
ReplyDeleteIt makes Christmas.
DeleteWritten with such tenderness and well-observed. School nativity plays never quite go according to plan. My son was cast as a donkey - a matter about which I objected vehemently. I didn't mind him being a camel but a donkey - no way!
ReplyDeleteQuite right, too.
DeleteYou have captured the moment so well, we had a true nativity and a recital of a book, Christmas at Exeter Street, the first infant and the second junior preformed in a church. So far the bugs are keeping away, Marlene, poppypatchwork
ReplyDeleteThese memories last. I'm glad the bugs have left you alone.
DeleteI enjoyed this very much. And the picture of your sweet granddaughter wearing a matching dress with her baby doll, that was me when I was a child for many years. Santa would always bring me a little baby doll and I would get a new dress and it would have the same one. It was your terrific memories we must never lose.
ReplyDeleteSuch sweet memories.
DeleteBravo! This straddles the boundary between description and narrative. Very well done.
ReplyDeleteI was a Sunday school teacher of grade one boys when I was 18 years old approximately. I was with the kids up in the choir loft for a Christmas performance. One of my boys just stood there afterward as the others filed out. When he wouldn't move, I picked him up and carried him off. I believe he was upset because no one in his family attended. Our church would pick up kids for Sunday School in buses, and not all families were necessarily good families.
That's so sad. We cannot compensate for the losses in others' lives.
DeleteWhat a sweet photo of the three year old and the dolly. Nice narrative, capturing the excitement of this season. It can be such a beautiful time of the year. It also has its downside, illness, and that's a part of this season for us in the Northeast United States, too.
ReplyDeleteIf only we could spread the cheer and excitement throughout the year.
DeleteWhat a great idea, matching doll and mom! I love Christmas presentations. I think my favorite is the one where Mary and another cast member get into a fistfight over custody of the baby, ending when Mary gets the other child in a headlock and teachers have to separate them! Peace on earth, but not on stage.
ReplyDeleteOh, there you are! You weren't in spam before. Children can only be led so far, then nature takes over!
DeleteLovely insightful post. Wishing you a Merry Christmas
ReplyDeleteThank you. Merry Christmas to you, too.
DeleteWonderful piece. That brought back memories
ReplyDeleteThank you. 🎅
DeleteLoved this. I always enjoyed watching my daughter open her presents and now I enjoy watching my grandson open his.
ReplyDeleteIt's all about the children, isn't it? It's lovely to give.
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You describe the school nativity end of term and start of the new one so well :)
The three year old with her matching doll photograph is lovely.
I did enjoy the video on you tube, thank you for including the link.
Well, I'll hit publish and see what happens this time!
All the best Jan
Success! Thank you, Jan.
ReplyDeleteI love seeing children being captivated by the magic of Christmas but they are indeed being over-stimulated these days. It's all a bit much which is why I don't really do Christmas anymore. I remember the Christmases of my childhood which were so much more down to earth without the excesses we see nowadays.
ReplyDeleteThat clip never fails to make me laugh too :-) xxx
I wish it could be simpler. My childhood Christmases were lovely, but everything is available all year now and it's impossible to find something different to make it special.
DeleteAh, that reminds me of....a few years ago my grandson was supposed to be Joseph in the church Christmas pageant. On the day OF the pageant he decided he did NOT want to participate. Thank goodness for the man (who my grandson really had a nice relationship with) who FINALLY convinced him to play his part. And the pageant could commence. Whew. Catastrophe averted.
ReplyDeleteAww, how sweet!
DeleteMerry Christmas to you and your family, including the dogs and cats!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Mary. Merry Christmas to you and yours, too. It will be Olive's first Christmas, won't it?
DeleteIsn't she a wee darling? My life has missed all those proud (and blushing) moments you describe. Have a great Christmas and New Year.
ReplyDeleteShe's got two little lovelies herself, now. Merry Christmas to you and yours and a good and rewarding 2025.
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