Hello, thank you for dropping in. It turns out that I am rubbish at blogging every day. I was overambitious. Sorry. Perhaps I should simply attempt to blog every other day and then if I did manage every day, the extras would be a bonus? Hmm.
This week I have been helping schoolchildren to learn about the reason Christmas is called Christmas rather than, say, Dickensmas in an event called Experience Christmas which takes them through the story from The Annunciation to Epiphany. It does feel rather early in the month, but the schools here break up for the holidays at the end of next week, a full ten days before Christmas. I don't know which local authority official made that decision and I suspect he or she will have to keep a low profile because I don't actually know any parents who want to have their hyped-up, overexcited children at home for all that length of time, but I suppose it gives teachers time to prepare for their own celebrations...unless they have hyped-up, overexcited children of their own at home, of course. So far, one hundred and eighty children have sat on the mats in front of me, listened, reacted and reflected. I am enjoying it very much and I think the children are, too.
Here is Mary's kitchen, where she was busy with domestic chores when the Angel Gabriel appeared out of nowhere to tell her that she was going to have a very special baby -
Snapped rather hastily on my 'phone just before the children arrived.
As I asked the children, how would you feel if you were in your kitchen and you turned round to find a great, big, shining, warrior of light standing there, calling your name?? Exactly!
Bookending the story, at least for the time being, is Epiphany and here is my gold, frankincense and myrrh - alternatively, as one child put it, my gold, Frankenstein and myrrh! There's always one.
I can take no credit for these lovely scenes, other people have prepared them and I simply turn up in the mornings and deliver, along with some friends. I have been well looked after with Earl Grey tea and mince pies and all the children, whatever their ethnicity or belief, have gone home with a little more knowledge about the origins of Christmas, some thoughts about how it's relevant to them and a chocolate coin. Teachers, I hope, have gone away with a positive view of the church and its place in its community (we have received feedback that we are well-organised and very welcoming).
Today is 6th December, St Nicholas' Day, a day to celebrate the patron saint of children and at this time when I don't have any little people at home I am glad to have been given this opportunity to be around other people's little people and share some Christmas with them.
See you tomorrow, or maybe the day after.
Love, Mrs Tiggywinkle x