Wednesday, 24 December 2008

• Christmas Eve Eisteddfod

  Tonight is Christmas eve, and each of us will be "performing" a selection in front of the fire. My mother and father and Nathan and I all have reading selections. London, who is an interesting four, will be not only telling a story (from memory) - she has selected the very dramatic Horton Hears a Who - but singing a song using her plastic microphone with the vibrating metal prongs in its bottom.

  Last night she was practicing.

  "Mommy!! Come here!"

  I open the door to her room and she is standing atop her toy chest as though it were a stage. A very edited version of Santa Clause is Coming to Town is vibrating her microphone. She is wiggling her hips.

  "Very nice! Is that what you're singing tomorrow night?"

  She nods yes and I close the door again, locking the very trapped looking dog back into her room. About two minutes later:

  "Daddy! Come here!"

  "She's practicing her song for tomorrow," I say. He grins. We both go back to her door and look inside. This time, we find her standing, again, atop her toy box, but there's an addition. A jar with a few pennies at its bottom is sitting next to her feet. She is singing very enthusiastically now and pointing at the jar.

  Needless to say, Nathan didn't make it back out of the room until his pockets were emptied.

  We'll see if the jar shows up tonight. It appears we're raising a capitalist.

   

   

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