TIS the season of tinsel, teatowels and tremendous competition for the best seats in the house.
The nativity. The sea of tiny faces looking out at an even bigger sea of parents’ faces eagerly watching what their little ones are doing.
And yes, I was one of those parents snapping away with my camera and smiling away at my little man.
Well to be fair, it is a big deal. The first nativity is most definitely one to treasure.
I arrived early enough to secure a front-row seat – but had the dilemma about which end of the school hall to sit. I knew my little man was a star, but the stars were sitting at either end of the stage (being the main singers) so I had a 50/50 chance of being miles away from him and being unable to see his little face.
But then he came in and his big beaming smile was directly in front of me and he could not have been happier.
After a few thumbs-up and winks to his proud grandad – who was delighted to be able to come along with me – he settled himself down and got himself ready to perform.
And he sung his little heart out, being one of the only ones to perform all the actions as his teacher stood behind the parents and guided the children through their nativity story.
Of course I have been hearing all the songs for the past couple of weeks – so I know very well how they sound and the words he always gets wrong.
So ‘innkeeper’ becomes ‘inky’, ‘Bethlehem’ is ‘Benthneham’ and instead of there being ‘hens’ in the stable with the donkeys and sheep, there are ‘hems’.
He was not having it when I tried to teach him the correct words at the weekend. And so he happily sung out loud his own little version and I could not have been prouder of him.
Naturally there were a few tears from some children, youngsters who were looking everywhere but where they should have been and kings who got a little bit lost on their way to the stage.
But combine this with the hall full of enthusiasm and smiles, it was a real moment to remember.