estepheia | Dec. 11th, 2004

Yestereday, Tina's class at school had their little Christmas party. The kids enacted a short play and sang a few songs. Tina had the main part in the play, she was the small, crooked little fir tree, the one who stays behind after all the tall and beautiful trees have been carried off to be decorated as Christmas trees on the market square, in front of the church or in people's home. Finally someone comes looking for a small tree, and takes the little tree home (that role was played by Tina's best friend). Very cute. Tina had no stage fright at all. She knew her words by heart and she acted really well, sounding really cute and miserable, and she was utterly charming.
Watching her, I melted into a puddle of happy goo. The teacher had picked her because when Tina reads texts out loud, she gives all characters distinct voices.

After the play, parents and kids walked to the garden of one child's home, where her parents had set up a log fire and a pot full of mulled wine, and we stood in the freezing cold (I kid you not, it was minus 3 degrees centigrade, i.e. litereally freezing), chatting about this and that. I got so cold that a) my knees started to ache like mad, and b) my body temperature dropped. For hours afterwards I felt shiver-y and blah, huddling on the sofa in a blanket. Too meh to write.

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Oh well, I'll sneakily write for an hour now, although I should clear the breakfast table, tidy up the living room and stuff laundry into the washing machine. Those things will have to wait. *nods*