The Meaning of "Xmas"

Attended youngest child's "Winter Musical" last night in school gymnasium.

Theme of show a concoction of popular TV-based obsessions, centered around a dilapidated gingerbread house. Cast of characters: homeowners, sweet-toothed forest critters, construction crew and, of course, zany heartthrob host, key to boosting ratings.

Watched with mixture of bemusement and sorrow as my child sang her way through ultra-contemporary, totally unknown songs about yumminess and remorse. Took a handful of pictures of her - dressed all in brown, smiling brightly beneath her fox ears and painted whiskers.

Hope they come out - frequently blocked by gigantic raccoon head worn by tall child in front row.

Fought back annoying remembrance of child bedecked in lovely traditional Christmas dress in store dressing room a mere six weeks ago. Purchased for wear at just this occasion.

Should have known better.

To credit of teachers and staff, show was a fine example of their creative enthusiasm and commitment to children. Still, this is the kind of material we are left with when we cannot have angels or shepherds.

Occasionally tempted to yank children from public system and redeposit in private school. Temptation dampened, however, by their otherwise apparent thriving in current environment. 12-1 student/teacher ratio a big plus. Very much in favor of Artist-in-Residence program.

Oh, and practicality of school bus pick up. At the end of the driveway.

Responsibility of instilling spiritual awareness apparently remains on shoulders of parents.

Drat. Will have to take that more seriously.

Retracting prior claim to holiday music overdose.