At the children’s school, they prepared a little presentation for the Lucia
celebration. For everyone of non-scandinavian origin, St. Lucia was a martyr who had something to do with wearing candles on her head. Well, ok, I don’t really know the story. But they celebrate St. Lucia day here with a procession of candle-bearing children in white and silver, lead by an older girl with a crown of candles (mercifully, they are usually battery operated candle-shaped lights these days). And they eat (sometimes unnaturally yellow) raisin buns. They’re also talking about Christmas traditions and such during circle time, and they have an advent-candle lighting gathering every morning. But we haven’t been talking about this stuff at home.
The day before the presentation, one of the teachers told me that C is supposed to be Joseph. I don’t know who thought that was a good idea. C (at least so far) has some degree of performance anxiety. But C volunteered, and I would never want to pigeon-hole him so early in life. I’m glad he was interested in trying. But surprised.
Anyway, one of the girls is Mary, and she’s going
to hold a little doll and C is supposed to walk over and look at the
baby. The day before the presentation, they came home and Ruby’s singing something that sounds suspiciously like “hallelujah” and I said “what does that
mean?” (curious, because I know she didn’t learn that word from me :). Ruby said “it’s just a song” and C said “No! It’s the name
of the baby!”
And then, last night, I overheard this from the next room (C speaking):
I’m Joseph. And she’s Maria. And these are the people who own the church. And I’m looking and looking but I can’t find her. I looked everywhere. So I’m going to tie this rope around her neck, ok? So she doesn’t get lost. Then I’m going to put Maria in jail. She’s in jail now.
I love seeing what comes out of their little brain-filters.
At the children’s school, they prepared a little presentation for the Lucia celebration. For everyone of non-scandinavian origin, St. Lucia was a martyr who had something to do with wearing candles on her head. Well, ok, I don’t really know the story. But they celebrate St. Lucia day here with a procession of candle-bearing children in white and silver, lead by an older girl with a crown of candles (mercifully, they are usually battery operated candle-shaped lights these days). And they eat (sometimes unnaturally yellow) raisin buns. They’re also talking about Christmas traditions and such during circle time, and they have an advent-candle lighting gathering every morning. But we haven’t been talking about this stuff at home.
The day before the presentation, one of the teachers told me that C is supposed to be Joseph. I don’t know who thought that was a good idea. C (at least so far) has some degree of performance anxiety. But C volunteered, and I would never want to pigeon-hole him so early in life. I’m glad he was interested in trying. But surprised.
Anyway, one of the girls is Mary, and she’s going to hold a little doll and C is supposed to walk over and look at the baby. The day before the presentation, they came home and Ruby’s singing something that sounds suspiciously like “hallelujah” and I said “what does that mean?” (curious, because I know she didn’t learn that word from me :). Ruby said “it’s just a song” and C said “No! It’s the name of the baby!”
And then, last night, I overheard this from the next room (C speaking):
I love seeing what comes out of their little brain-filters.