The Arctic Plunge weather has arrived. We had a low of 26°F and a high of 48°F. Tonight is supposed to be colder. It’s unusual that the daytime temps don’t rebound. The strong sun and length of time the sun is usually out tends to make a warmish daytime even in the middle of winter. Brr, we’re in for a chilly night.
It was a very good week at school, and at home. I’m very blessed to have creature comforts, a good job, friends, and my church.
This week at school there were several fun events. It’s a fun time of year where there are several things going on. Next Wednesday the cafeteria ladies put on a Thanksgiving feast for lunch, with all the fixins. It is always a delicious meal. The kindergartners wear their Indian or Pilgrim hats and outfits they’d made and we make a parade around the school as we go to the cafeteria.
|Sleigh Ride. EPrata photo via JAdams|
In December there is a Christmas program. This week our event was we had photographs with Santa. A man dressed as Santa comes in and the children can have a portrait taken, and the parents can choose to buy it or not. The day that Santa comes is a very exciting day in the kindergarten-grade 2 wing of the school. I was on hall duty by the door and I heard the excitement in the pitter-patter of running footsteps, all hurrying, one after another as they entered, to tell of the news that Santa is coming.
One boy came to tell me that Santa was HERE. He’d arrived! He said, “And he didn’t come in a sleigh! He came in a Silver Ford F-150 with a front license plate that says SANTA!”
A truck is even better than a sleigh, I’m guessing by the excitement in his voice, lol.
On the playground we ended the week with a sweet moment. I sometimes despair of the life ahead of the children as the movie and television entertainment gets darker and darker with each passing season. Their impressionable minds are so drenched with dark visions and thoughts. The kids play vampire games and play zombies, and even mimic the eating habits of zombis, which of course is cannibalism. Zombies eat flesh. Sometimes the games get rough as the zombie or vampire chases after a victim and tries to catch him. The teachers always put an end to the rough play right away. In past times, I remember on the playground playing Red Rover and Foursquare and jumping rope. Where were those games? Why did they die? Where was simple innocence?
My private cry was heard…because on the last recess of the week one of the boys lining up looked up at me. All red-cheeked, happy and flushed, he said, “We played London Bridge and made leaf angels!”
Awww. Thanks for the sweetness!
|Tower Bridge, London, AKA London Bridge. EPrata photo|