Just got back from Millie’s school nativity play and…it was disappointing. :-(
Previously, two school years would join together to perform: the deal was the older children would have the “acting” parts while the younger would be “the choir”. Millie and her year were “the choir” last year so everyone was excited this year. But the school inexplicably changed the rules and gave children from both years speaking parts – so most of Millie’s year missed out on speaking parts (and next year they’ll be “the choir” again!)
But, as previously mentioned, Millie didn’t want a speaking part, so this was rather academic. But it would have been nice to be able to see Millie; as it was, she was on the floor, at the back, behind children twice her size.
Fine for her, out of the spotlight, but less interesting for us, unable to see her.
The final straw was that, rather than spreading Christmas joy, happiness and good cheer, the whole thing was oddly soul-less – the word “Christmas” wasn’t mentioned once.
There were songs about Jesus and how brilliant God is and how everyone should praise Him and how merciful He is and how great everything’s going to be with Jesus here…
Lovely singing – really lovely, but not a single mention of Christmas.
There were readings from the Bible, all telling us how great Jesus is and how powerful God is and how we should all just shut up and praise him.
Not a single mention of Christmas.
Now, it may seem churlish to complain about a Nativity being too religious, but Millie’s school is not a religious one. I didn’t expect it to celebrate the magic of Richard Dawkins, but I didn’t think I was being crazy to want a mention of Christmas joy and happiness.
Our traditional Christmas at the Red House on Sunday was full to the rafters with bountiful Christmas spirit: we all left there with a warm glow in our bellies (not just from the mulled cider and mince pies!)
Sadly, the only warm glow I left the school with was a burning desire to re-read The God Delusion.
Damn, and now I feel like Scrooge for complaining about a nativity staged by seven and eight year olds. :-(