I’ve just come home from watching my youngest’s nativity play. This was her fifth full-dress performance — one every day this week. It was like a Cecile B. DeMille production. For this finale show I finally savvied up and got our seats 45 minutes early. Yes, forty-five minutes early. For a twenty-nine minute show. Of four and five year olds singing about stars and camels. I mentioned that the Christmas switch has been flipped to ‘on’ here in England, right?
I loved it, of course. I’m that mom, the one who goes to every performance she possibly can and gets weepy at how great the kids did — every time. I give them high fives and big waves — yes, all the kids, not just mine — and say stupid things like “Oooo, you are a wonderful fourth-cow-on-the-right-who-says-moo! Best ever! High five!”
So I’m in the holiday spirit now, along with the entire UK, and something I am really loving is the affection the whole country seems to have for this classic:
(go ahead, go listen)
And on the way home yesterday morning I heard a new cover of the song, which I’ve had on repeat ever since:
(go ahead, it’s worth it, I promise)
Isn’t that amazing? Bet his mum is proud. High five!