Well, we have all survived the first performance of the Christmas play. Actually, it went well, with most children remembering their lines and the choir singing beautifully. I guess, even if they'd all fallen over and cried the parents would have thought it was lovely, however, I wouldn't!
I was very proud of them all, after all they'd learnt it all in just one week, with a little bit longer to learn all the songs, eight in all, words, tunes and everything.
The story is in two parts, Santa's workshop, complete with Father Christmas and his wife, Mary and its contingent of elves, and the traditional nativity story with angels, stars and villagers. Not forgetting the choir. After all we do cater for a cast of 100! That's why I write my own plays. One day I might even publish them, get Andy to make an accompanying CD for the music and away we'd go! ....... one day.
i'm available for guest appearances...
Posted by: Aaron | December 07, 2004 at 09:45
Looks like quite a big budget do. I am envious of you, your school, it's extravigant costumes and sets, and the talent that your children clearly have.
Posted by: Jason | December 11, 2004 at 21:59
I can let you have a copy of the play .... music and all .... would that appease you? ;-)
Posted by: Liz | December 11, 2004 at 22:30
I hope all those folk involved with your school treat you as the treasure you obviously are, Liz. The stuff you do as part of your job would be done by about 12 others out there in the 'real' world.
God bless you.
I remember being decked out in a dyed green corduroy pinafore and thick red tights all in the name of 'being' a piece of Christmas Holly. I also remember getting very hot and my knees hurting from all the - well - kneeling really... and becoming aware as the time of my reading approached... that there was a buzzing noise. It grew louder...it got so loud that it became difficult to hear what my co actors were saying. Then there was only buzzing..and the world went dark and seemed very far away... and Mistletoe's face seemed very large and too close to me
Seems I had fainted and fallen off the end of the stage into the arms of Mr. Dawson. Thankfully he was a strong bloke and at ten I was a lot smaller than I am now. Whatever you're doing now Mr. Dawson. Thanks for being there. Thanks for the memory Liz. I am so glad it went well - really well.
Posted by: Jac | January 01, 2005 at 17:07
Hey and you say all this without having even hearing or seeing it! Cool. ;-)
Posted by: Liz Marshall | January 02, 2005 at 01:04