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Dec. 11th, 2013
a play in many acts
Dec. 11th, 2013 11:13 pmTonight I went and saw the Christmas play at my son's school. Really it is three plays. The reception and year one kids typically do some sort of Nativity. My nieces were in that one and one was the donkey, and one was a shepherd. They exhibited the qualities of said roles rather well. The story this year was sort of seen from the perspective of the inn-keeper's daughter wanting to give a present to the baby Jesus. Apparently there wasn't much left on the amazon gift registry. A shepherd gave Baby Jesus (which seemed to be a pile of burlap) a sheep. Three wise men phoned it in with gold, frankincense, and myrrh. Up your game dudes. There were songs, and one in particular was up-beat and caused one of the wise men to really get his groove on. The star (played by one of Miss Biscuit's friends) was making sure people did their parts at the appropriate time. Imagine a star shoving kids around. In the end, all Jesus wanted was our heart. Well Jesus, you best get on a waiting list.
The next play starred the children of Year Two and Three. It was all about a toy shop. The toy maker was working like mad to make enough toys for the children of the village. Some poor old fashioned children came in and desired some pretty toys. Senor Onion was one of the children. Kid just wanted a toy elephant. But were there enough in stock? No. A valuable lesson in market forces, and creating a false sense of shortages. But alas there weren't enough toys for said children. THEN the toy maker and his naggy wife went to bed. In the night toys came to life and decided that the best approach is to take over the means of production and create more toys, so that supply/demand are met, and that if you are also part owner you can have a say in how things work. What is this? A very Marxist Christmas? Possibly. There was also a whole discussion between classic toy soldiers and army men. As there were female army men, it was a shock to the system of the toy soldiers that such a thing was feasible. Yes, Virginia, women can be involved in combat. Then there were more songs, and Senor Onion got that toy elephant.
Finally there was the play put on by the oldest children. They wrote it themselves. They have been studying the Tudor period, so it had a hand in this play about Christmas. It began with Doctor Who and his companion wanting to go and buy presents for friends and family. They looked upon people in the market, (where we learned a bit about the rules of Christmas foods during the period) how surgery worked in those days, (it involved someone drinking brandy to be knocked out for an amputation) and then a whole bit about Henry VIII being a bit of a pissy bitch about Christmas and not liking his presents. There was also Morris Dancing, and a bit about what the King ate in those days.
Then there were more songs.
AAAAAAAAND SCENE.
Friday I will attend the preschool Christmas play, so I promise to give a full report. I have some amazing experiences at the theatre.
...
I made marshmallows last night, and then cut them up and powdered them today. I gave a bunch to my sister in law, as my nephew loves those things so much. We had some tonight with cocoa and it was perfect. It was a pretty good day despite waking up feeling really impatient. I think it was just my anxiety trying to have a play. I went running at lunch time, and it proved to be really helpful. (as always.) I got out, I was by myself for a bit, listened to shitty music while emptying my brain.
The next play starred the children of Year Two and Three. It was all about a toy shop. The toy maker was working like mad to make enough toys for the children of the village. Some poor old fashioned children came in and desired some pretty toys. Senor Onion was one of the children. Kid just wanted a toy elephant. But were there enough in stock? No. A valuable lesson in market forces, and creating a false sense of shortages. But alas there weren't enough toys for said children. THEN the toy maker and his naggy wife went to bed. In the night toys came to life and decided that the best approach is to take over the means of production and create more toys, so that supply/demand are met, and that if you are also part owner you can have a say in how things work. What is this? A very Marxist Christmas? Possibly. There was also a whole discussion between classic toy soldiers and army men. As there were female army men, it was a shock to the system of the toy soldiers that such a thing was feasible. Yes, Virginia, women can be involved in combat. Then there were more songs, and Senor Onion got that toy elephant.
Finally there was the play put on by the oldest children. They wrote it themselves. They have been studying the Tudor period, so it had a hand in this play about Christmas. It began with Doctor Who and his companion wanting to go and buy presents for friends and family. They looked upon people in the market, (where we learned a bit about the rules of Christmas foods during the period) how surgery worked in those days, (it involved someone drinking brandy to be knocked out for an amputation) and then a whole bit about Henry VIII being a bit of a pissy bitch about Christmas and not liking his presents. There was also Morris Dancing, and a bit about what the King ate in those days.
Then there were more songs.
AAAAAAAAND SCENE.
Friday I will attend the preschool Christmas play, so I promise to give a full report. I have some amazing experiences at the theatre.
...
I made marshmallows last night, and then cut them up and powdered them today. I gave a bunch to my sister in law, as my nephew loves those things so much. We had some tonight with cocoa and it was perfect. It was a pretty good day despite waking up feeling really impatient. I think it was just my anxiety trying to have a play. I went running at lunch time, and it proved to be really helpful. (as always.) I got out, I was by myself for a bit, listened to shitty music while emptying my brain.