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Wednesday, 15 December 2010



Tinsel and tantrums. It’s got to be the Reception Nativity play

I have been to watch my 4 year old son’s nativity play this week. Not just once, but twice dear reader. You needed two viewings to fully grasp the plot, as Nativity plays ain’t what they used to be; no longer your standard M&J in stable with baby J, angel G and a few wise men popping by on the way to the pub to say hi. Oh no (or should that be ‘Lo’) they’re much more complicated than that. This years was all from the animals’ perspective; kind of Dr Doolittle meets the holy birth with 10 tons of tinsel thrown in for good measure. The seemingly endless succession of animals kept receiving apparently from no-where a frankly random selection of gifts including leg warmers for the sheep, a bow tie for the cockerel and a silky ribbon for the pigs' tails - genius.

Nativity plays are just about my favourite type of show, Christmas or otherwise, and this one didn’t disappoint. We had a piglet throwing a tantrum and refusing to either speak or sing for the entire play (might have had something to do with the fact that his mum had put him in pink tights and ballet pumps if you ask me), a shouty shepherd, a winking sheep, a saucy angel who kept pulling down her dress and enough tinsel to reopen Woolworths.

As for my son (top left of the picture), he had been given the very important role of "twinkling star in the night sky no 12 of 20". His teacher in an eminently sensible move in my opinion (he can be somewhat of a wriggler at these sort of gigs) put him at the back away from the main action. True to form he spent the majority of the time counting things he saw on the ceiling, yawning and every now and again letting his tinsel headband slip over his eyes superhero visor style and then looking from side to side, no doubt zapping imaginary baddies as he did it. Occasionally he’d join in with a heartfelt ‘cockadoodle do’ and he was to be fair very good in the action songs. In other words he was absolutely perfect.

Happy nearly Christmas everyone
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  1. Dave Wilson17 December 2010 at 07:40

    Brings it all back. I remember my boy Sam playing a wise man in his school nativity play. When everyone was singing, acting, and smiling at their respective Mummies and Daddies, Sam continued to wrestle with his wig, He didn't want it on, and made sure he wasn't going to wear it, whatever. In the end he got it off, threw it into the audience and continued with a village idiot grin for the rest of the performance.

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  2. Unknown17 December 2010 at 10:37

    Sounds delightful! My first nativity play was as the angel Gabriel. I had to stand on a box for an hour and a half with my arms outstretched. Oh and I had a dirty great bandage on my chin covering up the stitches from an injury incurred playing kiss chase in the playground. Angel Gabriel and kiss chase, whatever next...

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