Bah Humbug!

'Tis the season to be . . . inundated by nativity plays. For a ghastly couple of days I thought we were involved in five (count'em! FIVE!) of the beasties, but Beri had to cancel his appearance in one because of a previous engagement - namely, it was a school day!.

Nevertheless, four is more than enough. Each child has their own school's, and they are all taking part in the church one. That means, for me, six costumes to be arranged, six paper trails about ticket allocations and for which performance (and can / will Grandma or Aunt Julia or Daddy go) and when they regret sibling will not be accommodated, making arrangements for their care. Kit is playing, respectively, an Ugly Sister and the Angel Gabriel, Sid is playing an angel and a kitten, and Beri is playing a sheep and a sheep.

Tomorrow sees the switch-on of the village Christmas lights. Everybody flocks to the village green for a candlelight procession, barbeque food, funfare rides and Santa. What they actually do, the minute they get there, is lose their children in the melee and spend the next 45 minutes looking for them. As it's well after dark by then, Ha! No Chance! By the time the children are found, the parents are frazzled, furious and hungry, while the kids have had a whale of a time. They've found something to eat from goodness-knows-where, they've been partying with their friends, and happy? Larry isn't even close.

I've used the title of this of this post alarmingly early in the season!