We huddle together, craning necks to see.
It is part of this season, this gathering of parents.
We sit in classroom chairs in this gymnasium, cameras held aloft…
Waiting for our special ones.
The music begins, and I see him.
My little elf.
He has been singing these songs under his breath for weeks…waiting for his chance to shine.
They file in, all red and green and sparkly—take their places on the risers and wait for their cue.
When they lift voice in song—
He sings with all his heart…it runs in the family.
He dips and sways with breath and I feel the song of his heart.
For what would Christmas be without the Fourth Grade Program?
After, there is much applause, and we take in a treat at Dairy Queen to celebrate.
The blessings of the season fall upon us.
It is not often we four have time like this to just be together.
It makes them silly.
These three boys of mine.
When I run in the store to pick up some extra lights, I return to find them gone.
They hide from me in the dark corner of the parking lot…all three roaring with laughter at my search.
When I approach, they stare at me from locked door. Husband snaps a picture of me waiting.
All this tells me what I already know:
Boys are weird.
But I love ‘em!
Be together, this holiday, dear ones.
Get silly together.
Let the giddiness of the season hold you for a while.
The joy is tangible.